Agriculture cheating job
Their soil they no longer till,
As they couldn’t eat their fill
From a hopeful food storage
Of last year’s superb courage.
Now, they ‘re hoping on a job
That their kinfolks dreamily mob;
A much-money-spinning job
That hands for farmwork rob
And has already grabbed their Bob…
Some restlessness in a giant mill
At the foot of a sacred hill
That workers don’t permit to be still
Nor Bob allow to take his pill
Through wearisome work blood spill
Though it would take not Bob’s will…
Rightly, an Agriculture-Cheating Job
Paying enough one can’t snob.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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