Farm Africa Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

The land was discovered
Full of giant trees, married with lichens and ropes
The bush was cleared
The giants were cut
The stumps were uprooted
And the dry was burnt

The soil was prepared
The seeds were planted
The germination was great
The growth was fast
Maturity reached

The harvest, Horrible!
The tubers were minute
And the grains, un-talked about
Oh farm Africa
What went wrong
The farmer; soil; seed or nature.

(July 2007, Awoshie-Accra)