I love my land
I eat by the sweat of my hand
the hot sun God made my body to stand
the rain and I go together like beach and sand.
Nothing feels sweeter than eating what I grow
instead of foreign products to swallow.
We keep the money inside
When I invest in the plantation outside.
Wipe that foreign taste out of your mouth
Let local be the one you can't do without
work the piece of land in your yard
don't sell it, rent it when you get tired
The land is the strength of the black man
The harvest is sweeter by the hand.
A poem that is the troll of nations particularly developing nations..but it is right thing to yield or produce the thing within own land it avoides dependency nice one
Beautiful poem. But loving one's country does not mean hating others. "Loka Samasto Sukhino Bhavantu
Self supporting is independent living, eating the results of own land (ground) .I like your poem very much, dear poet. The operson who loves his own piece of ground/land is a very happy person full of satisfaction.5 Stars
fantastic piece of writing..! great words, like it. pleez do comment/ review/ write your thoughts on my site.. :)
You can feel the love for your country and countrymen in this poem. I gave it a 10!
An insightful depiction of dignity in labour and deep patriotic feelings towards motherland, well articulated and elegantly penned in lovely rhyme scheme with conviction. Indeed the blackman is blessed with arable fertile land fit for agriculture - a natural endowment that could make a whole lot of difference. Thanks for sharing Mysia. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love my land... nice line you must always as there is no other way to love motherland and local friends
thanks very much Mehta for your comments