Wind of Recourse
Blow
Blow now, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Sweep the thistles off
Their rooted feet
Clear the sharp thorns
Off the fertile farm.
Blow
Blow quickly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Let the millet grow in peace
Without the troubling weed
Let the spinach bloom and spread
Without the piercing nails of the thorns
Blow
Blow hurriedly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Blow across the length
Blow across the breadth
Of this fagging farm
And let the labours not be vain.
Blow
Blow right now, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Don’t leave the weed to grow
And share food with precious mustards
What become of the yield?
If the weeds in pride are left to live.
Blow
Blow thither, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
And let the crops be free
From those hateful weeds
It’s then the farm shall rejoice
Like one with lasting splendour.
Copyright © Oshinowo Oluyinka | Year Posted 2013
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