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
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