Only Food

If we decided to till our farms, They don't care to help us with their arms We are hungry while they are in satisfactory Is only food we always battle for We discover our fate while striving for it They say we act skulduggery toward them Every rainy season we hope for fertilizer Which is among their tool during campaign We don't get it without chuckling our pennies Despite it gets to our hands It must contain fine sand It never yield the farm as we want Time for harvesting they increase the fuel price. The implements they promised are there in their farms working for them We only use our inherited method to harvest and process our crops Everyday we are on food We don't know the timetable for it They have their own timetables Whatever we hit in the morning, We only install it without asking. On their timetable they depend In the morning they slot slices of wheat And hot semi-liquid of refined beverages. While we slot rough slabs of maize And diluted of fermented pap While lunch they eat white softy foreign particles and big fleshy vowels While we swallow drenched cup-son Which drains our body fluids. It's only when we are lucky that we could eat our broken softy particles that let fresh consolidated gems. During supper theirs is the zenith Ours is the lagged with no tastes They eat with the intention of making their bodies fine and smooth While we eat just to daze the hunger that kills us. Their food's responsibility is embedded in our country's budget while ours is in our hands and powers of our muscles. If they eat their food, they jump, dance and even take themselves on marathon While if we eat, we only get horizontally And let our souls to go and rest.