CEMETERY OF INVENTION

He made a house that could fly without fin

Accused and banished for midday witchcraft

Sold to white traders in exchange for gin

Traders who exploited and drank of his craft

His talent they hoarded

His brain they melt

With his knowledge they boarded a flight to wealth

Sucked him dry and abandoned him with poor health

Evicted and deposited him with acrimony

He returned an empty vessel, like Thin Tall Tony

Our art galleries are cemetery of invention

Where talents are hoarded and put on detention

Creativity appreciated based on connection

Mountains of promises put on erection

Talent fall sick for lack of attention

Creativity dies of dejection and rejection

Welcome to the cemetery of invention

Where we buried talents that surrendered castration

Oh, creative mind of an African child

Like raw gold deposited in the wild

With giant security and iron gate

Locking opportunity with barb wire and snakes

Talent we abandoned to compete Bill Gate

Where money is shared, a national cake

White paper pays better

Militancy pays faster

Ballot box snatching pays richer

But creativity surely pays later

                                                                           Peter Benjamin Peter