SAEFEXPERIENCE

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 Gat