Stone me words to write this down,
For this is complete folly,
Why would discarded hand-me-down,
Make us feel so jolly?
Direct Belgium as it is called,
Is what we consider super;
When we buy them, we are proud,
To us it is the best offer;
From utensils to cloths and cars,
‘Direct-Belgium' is the best;
From used tyres to electronics;
I won't mention the rest.
Africa is a dumping ground,
Why must it be so?
Third World is what we are called,
And underdeveloped also.
We were once the Whiteman's slave,
Political slaves they say,
Today we are his economic slave,
That is all there is to say.
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