The Harvest Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

A harvest of gratitude
With apt aptitude
To grace God’s arena
Gratefully in multitude
For his blessings like Hannah

Attention kings and queens
Attention beggars and slaves.
Who is this king of bliss
You all flock in multitude
Singing in thanksgiving of fortitude

He is the censor of magnitude
Bountiful giver ad infinitude
Attention to our servitude.
We multitude of fortitude
In one voice with our gift
Your share of the harvest
Have come in haste
Accept the fate.