Lest We Forget

Lest we forget Where our ancestors planted The tree of knowledge and wisdom; Then forget that a man Whose hand is in a Lions jaw Needs more than a pat On his back A man with a speck in his eye, Must thread with caution Not to rupture his eye Brother, come let us till the soil While the rains are here; Before the harmattan season creep in on us And crack our earthenware Let us gather in sommer Before winter pounces on us Seeking for its perilous pound of flesh Let us play moonlight games Before the moon bids us goodnight, And shuts its seductive eyes on us A man who does not know Where the rain began emptying its bowel on him, Will not fathom when the rain closes its spincter A man cannot sow rice And expect to reap Cassava Brother, Let us not forget where our ancestors Planted the tree of knowledge and wisdom, Then, mistake an Obeche for Iroko tree Brother, A good name is better than gold!