Musings From An Amused Muse

The Son Of The Soil

I'm a son of the soil, there's dust in my sweat

A Lion in the jungle or a Dog in the streets?

Jungle sweet, (come to think of it) that's why I never Japa

But when jungle mature, you sef must combat sapa

I'm a son of the soil, but all I want is Peace..

Mindful meditation, inhaling Sea Breeze

But the direction of PeaceNorth, suggests external vectors

Check am, it's hard to sleep when your neighbour na Capenter..?

I'm a Son of the Soil, my shoulders are broad

surviving challenges while challenging survivors,

Lessons from childhood, no one spared the rod

No misconception, since conception, benchpressing umbilical cords

I'm a Son of the Soil, moulded by time like clay

Soaked with different seasons like Loam, Ali at the end of the day

No one knows, but mushy on the inside like Sand castles, still

Banking on experience with no deposit slip

I'm the Son of the Soil, The harvest of Tomorrow' seeds

So I never chicken out, even if I ingest poultry feeds

So I learn from the Soil, to fill up the yearning

I have to keep learning, unlearning and relearning