FARMERS

We are farmers
Farming our kind
Tilling our lands to plant
Selecting best and compatible seeds for plantation
And when the earth houses the seeds
We water, provide sunshine and air

II
We may give too much water
When the young shoots emerge
We may give too much sun
We may even provide winds instead of air
But that is our need calling to feed
And harvest the best

III
There are occasions rare
When pleasure birds nurse our land
And make us hate to touch a strand
Leaving young plants in thorns
That is the balance of fairness
Or seeds of lack of it thereof
But we are farmers nonetheless
Farming to give the future
The food of humanity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 6, 2017