As we retire for the
day
The work of the day
we have accomplished
The god of the harvest
had smiled on us
Fruits of many kind filled
our barns
As we await a new
journey of the earth around the sun
Planning to begin another
farming season
The enemy lay their
hands on weapons
Planning another
killing season
As we lay our heads
to rest
Looking forward to
the cockcrow
It was the cock of
the gun that rolled
And the rest we seek
now turns to distress
As our heads are now laid
in the grave
The hailers and wailers
shoot blames at each other
As we lay far away
from home and closer to our home
May the rains wash
away our pain.
Bijimi Daniel
Meindous
