MY POEM TO DEFINE DEVELOPMENT


  • Development is a thing to be made
  • It’s a matter to be planted by our hand
  • Wealth of nations rise through trade 
  • It’s just trading of resources in our land 
  • Progress does not ever arise by aid 
  • As overseas relief is a disgrace bland 
  •  And foreign ideas malformed into fade 
  • It’s required to ripen resources in our sand 
  • Development stems from efforts to be paid.