Or: If Lewis Carroll had been an aid worker…
“The time has come”, the Donor said,
“To talk of lessons learned:
Construction projects gone awry,
and other bridges burned.
Coordination meetings miss’d,
And targets overturned.”
“But wait a bit,” Aid Workers cry,
“Before you nick our cents;
For OCHA meetings are so dry,
And never make much sense!”
“No worries!” said the Consultant.
“Opinion’s on the fence.”
“Of whether you do anything,
For folks who are in need.
Evaluations hit the mark,
To which no-one pays heed.
Now if you’d care to change your ways,
You’d shock us all indeed.”
“But what of us?” Aid Workers cried,
“We try our hardest. True,
Each context has its own faux-pas,
And things we mustn’t do.”
“All that is fine,” the Locals said,
“But listen to us too.”
“It was so good of you to send
Your funding and your gear.
But what about the long-term gains,
Next week, next month, next year?
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
For us it’s really clear.”
“It seems a shame,” the Donor said,
“To pour out all this money,
After we’ve promised them so much,
It really isn’t funny,
To find out all we’ve left them with
Is some unwanted dunny.”
“I weep for them,” the Donor said:
Who every time disaster strikes
Have to be extra wary
Of schemes to build capacity.
Development’s so airy.”
“The government is shot of you
The locals say you’re chumps!
Should you be pulling out again?”
But answer came there- “Humph!
We’ve come with funding to dispose.
Not leaving till it’s dumped.”