Dear Mr. President, does this look like a "shit hole" to you?

Icy mountain mornings laugh
in liquid trills.

Ridiculous puffs of fluff bounce
through powdered blue eternities
hung clean with avian harmony.

Sun-painted grains whisper
earth secrets to the wind.

Minuscule desert lizards scuttle
over burning sands.

Peerneef acacias and patterned reptiles are washed by the sun.

Floods of fragile colour
splash transient petals.

Forests of a million greens
throb with woodland lives.

Yellow sands hold sleepy warmth.

Cool sapphire undulates with thundering, frothy steeds
galloping from the unfathomable depths.

It is no wonder that
Africa sings

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