A poem about politics in Africa by David Tombale: Letter to Nigeria

This poem was written for a contest that asked for a piece about Nigeria. Instead I used it as a springboard to express my impressions of the current dynamic between developed countries and the growing continent of Africa. In a word it is about how neocolonialism is perceived by those under its heel.
Letter to Nigeria

Nigeria they whisper sad songs of what might
Never be but they never sing, sad songs in
Quiet rooms because there are guns oustide
This house, they politick like rockstars, seeking
Fame amist the rubble, shaking money trees,
Shaking money trees, dear Nigeria they speak
Of you in board rooms and drink wine made
From poppy fields while your people weep.

Tell me of your people, strong as ivory, as
Large as oaks, they love the smell of you, the
Sights, the sounds, but the light skinned ones
Tell light skinned stories about dollars and
Deutschmarks, of barrels of liquid gold they
Buy for pennies while your buildings burn
And age, they speak too much of profits
While the television sells visions of prosperity
That never reached your shores, we cry to
Nigeria but all your hear are gunshots and
Politicking, always politicking as the cameras
Snap the aftermath with your buildings still
Burning down.