I Am An African Farmer

I wear a toga bigger than the life I live I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear My name means unlimited abundance Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling Transcending generations even unborn For man, food must be, for life must be I know who I am, a facilitator typified Learning in life has made man conquer forever My contemporaries smile, they chose to learn Like they sow, the more they keep reaping My shepherds are led by their noses and stray My portion varies wildly from existing branding I reap with the pests and weeds and back ache Years of manual tilling has tilted my pose The sun has melted my swagger, resistance I am I have never seen tractors only hoes behold Monies for farms fund party rallies, orgies Agricultural subsidies strictly for city men No knowledge of chemicals and plant food The human factor beats them all The little harvest must be shared to bear Streams of humans surviving on tiny bits To share for us is tomorrow lived and beyond While the bourgeoisie wallow during filthy wealth These calloused hands they are bent to tear