Who buys my thoughts

Whenever i sit down to ponder on the weight in Denis Osadebe mind before writing this poem, i always feel the same way with him.
Do you have any other thing in mind about this:

Who buys my thoughts
Buys not a cup of honey 
That sweetens every taste;

He buys the throb,
5 Of Young Africa’s soul,
The soul of teeming millions,
Hungry, naked, sick,
Yearning, pleading, waiting.

Who buys my thoughts
10 Buys not false pretence
Of oracles and tin gods;
He buys the thoughts
Projected by the mass
Of restless youths who are born
15 Into deep and clashing cultures,
Sorting, questioning, watching.

Who buys my thoughts
Buys the spirit of the age,
The unquenching fire that smoulders
20 And smoulders
In every living heart
That’s true and noble or suffering;
It burns all o’er the earth,
Destroying, chastening, cleansing.

The youths in any society should step up and think about how to make things right.