Balloons and cake and
gunshots and inflation.
Boys and girls dressed bright
in propaganda colours!
Clap your hands, clap your hands
for the democracy they grew
from the ruins of 1960s hopes,
and the broken backs of these generations.
A ruined country, and scattered peoples,
and a passive Africa sitting back and sipping tea
- watching, watching, A-En-Cee cheering on -
but listen to the hordes of people,
hear how they sing, a dirge, a capitulation:
“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.”