Margaret Okubo Poet Free verse

Father To Son.

Son of the soil protect this land
this gift our forefathers blessed.
With gnarled fingers they dug deep the earth
 To bring forth food and ore from
 a land warm and supple
Poured forth milk to nourish us all.

Son of the soil protect this land
Nurture the soil, replenish it, till and plow 
the source of our existence.
Don’t  let selfish desire persistent greed
endless strife bleed the hand that feeds.


Son of the soil protect this land
Do not rape or plunder this precious gift
Else woe will be your fare
of arid cracked and fissured lands  
 Hunger and despair .

Son of the soil protect this land
Let not the friendly wind blow on empty dust
nor cheat us of this gift bestowed.
Don’t let our forefathers turn in their graves 
to see a wretched land, empty hands nor hear crying hearts
 or prayers for rain.
Let them only sing songs of praise to you my son.

Son of the soil protect this land.
Make your forefathers proud.

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