The Pirate Farm.

THE PIRATE FARM



Wow.... wow... wow...!

Arid land is no farm land.
The land produces no crops but violence
The crops like government doesn’t yield
Where do I sow my seeds?

The seeds are easy to find
Guns are in plenty
Time is never valuable or expensive
The sea is wide and expansive
Sorrow, emptiness is intensive
The warlords are countless
Where do I sow my seeds?

Ship, ship, ship…..
Who cultivate and harvest ships?
Whose land is so fertile?
Farm tools, I lack not.
The guns are plenty
Somali land is Somali land!
Somali water is Somali water!
Where do I sow my seeds?

Ransom my money, my life.
The crops must yield in the field.
If the warlords farm no more
I find my field and farm
The guns are plenty.
Can someone help the warlords?
Somali land can cultivate and harvest
Good crop – the government.
Where do I sow my seeds?

I want to farm
I want to harvest ships too.
The farm tools, I lack not.
Plenty are the guns
The water land is Somali land.
I will farm, I will harvest.
But what about the “Philips”?
Are they not plenty?
Do they farm like we do? I guess not!
What about their farm tools?
Farm tools, I lack not.
The farmland is mine, is Ours.
Where do I sow my seeds?


By Lakony Wilson DD
(lakwildd@yahoo.com)