I MARRY MY FARM NOT MY WIFE - BY OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED
Let my hoe divorce my home
and marry my farm
Make my farm courts my
might and fight my flaw
Let my machete marche,
battle the weed
Make the plough pinches
the earth with its claws
My scarecrow dances in
whirling wind party!
Farm is meant for
everyone,
Why everyone is not meant
for every farm?
I marry my farm not my
wife
If my wife cooks not,
Pawpaw needs no chicken
to fuel my stomach.
And if my fridge
boycotts,
Let orange, cashew, carrot,
Lodge at the chamber of
my mold
Who says a farmer suffers
in village?
If electricity shuns my
roof
Let moon smile to my
room
If fan divorces my
village,
Let gentle breeze shun the city
Who mocks farmers in the
farm?
Here you see the cowards
Who fuel the chest but
flee
When the farm beckons for
their might
The cowards worship the
gyms,
Unlocking the fright in
the city,
Men meant for farm
But glued with the
street.
Wow..... Live it
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