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Lest We Forget
Lest we forget
Where our ancestors planted
The tree of knowledge and wisdom;
Then forget that a man
Whose hand is in a Lions jaw
Needs more than a pat
On his back
A man with a speck in his eye,
Must thread with caution
Not to rupture his eye
Brother, come let us till the soil
While the rains are here;
Before the harmattan season creep in on us
And crack our earthenware
Let us gather in sommer
Before winter pounces on us
Seeking for its perilous pound of flesh
Let us play moonlight games
Before the moon bids us goodnight,
And shuts its seductive eyes on us
A man who does not know
Where the rain began emptying its bowel on him,
Will not fathom when the rain closes its spincter
A man cannot sow rice
And expect to reap Cassava
Brother,
Let us not forget where our ancestors
Planted the tree of knowledge and wisdom,
Then, mistake an Obeche for Iroko tree
Brother,
A good name is better than gold!
Copyright ©
Harry Biosah
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