As the world shiver in the pool of sicknesses
And we charge for change in the lives of our weaknesses
Mouths still crave for what stomachs will save and wave
That’s why Farmers remain our Goliath’s Warrior Dave

In the heat of volcanoes spitting lava
To shoo many who with worry quiver
In the cold of floods sinking abodes
To woo many who in sorry shiver
In defeat of the sun defecating heat
To boo many whose skin burn in defeat
Stomachs still push for what mouths must give
That’s why Farmers are the ropes on which we can live

So hold the Farmer like you hold your gods
Worship the Farmer like you worship your gods
Help the Farmer like you help your love
Push the Farmer like saints from above
For even when the trumpet of destruction strikes
Fears of the end will need all Farmers energy bikes
To push bodies living to fight for a paradise or a heaven
With their weary spirits and souls which may be akin to who are weary heavy laden
In their quest
…to find rest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 3, 2021

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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