Ours to plough not to plunder

Ours to plough not to plunder | Niyi Osundare

The earth is ours to plough and plant The hoe is her barber the dibble her dimple Out with mattocks and matches bring calabash trays and rocking baskets let the sweat which swells earthroot relieve heavy heaps of their tuberous burdens let wheatfields raise their breadsome hands to the ripening sun let legumes clothe the naked bosom of shivering mounds let the pawpaw swell and swing it’s headward breasts Let…

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