The Future Crop and Farm Hands

The turmoil in my heart hinders
My pen from flowing
Tons of despair embodied in my mind
Atoms of thoughts
All up in my head
They can never be greater than us
Unless our days on earth are cut short
To the glory of the creator
No man however worldly endowed

Can cheat nature’s call
The dark clouds must part
Curtains for the blue sky
The sky must give way for the rains
To pour and polish the earth
Even when the rains are waged by
The prowess of rain makers
Gravity must pull in
When it does, it barks shouts

Of torrential downpour
Splashing and slashing holdings
The dry season is to plough and sow
The rainy season for cultivation and growth
The harvest, is ripe after full bloom
No plough, no sow, no rains, no growth
Gives birth to famine in the land
The farmer no matter how skilled and able
Can never produce all farm produce

As well as tend the plantations alone
He must employ worthy hands
Certainly, a stage comes when his hands
Are to shaky to hold hoe
Brain, overtly brimmed with figures
To sum up the ledger accounts
He must seek reverence in his cabin
Handing over the states of all affairs
To young positive goal driven managers and foremen

To sow a fresh seed on a stale soil
Previously used to plant some particular crops
The root of the old plants must be uprooted
The soil most undergo great tillage
In readiness for the birth of new plants
There’s no possibility, plantain
Can grow simultaneously from a yam plantation
The yams will seasonally turn the plantain pup
To mashed mellows

The consumer communities have been fed
With too much carbohydrate
Requesting, demanding and pleading
For a change in supply
They want protein plantains
The in take of too much carbohydrate
Deters the human body from healthy growth
Weighing the mind and body for half a season
Consumption of different classes of food

Supers growth and enriches the body
Sowing seedlings of yam and plantain
On same plantation at a go
Would have the carbohydrate dampening
The mechanism of the proteins
With their hardened, scratchy peels
Very upsetting to the sights
And summons bitter bile waste to the land
Pricking the fine pulps of the proteins

Dodo is now weak in body
And weaker in mind
The plantation needs able bodies with strong minds
The plantation operation systems needs quality repackaging
It needs uproot and great tilling of the soil
Dodo seek rest and stock in your starched yam barns
And let in younger managers, foremen, laborers
Take over the population’s production of proteins
As my thoughts pounded so my ink pumped

Copyright: Gift Amukoyo
Written: October 11, 2014