Labour Poem by Danladi Emmanuel Jatau

He groans like a woman on labour,
As he reach out to take the damaged old shovel,
The stress of yesterday spit tiredness on him,
As he struggle to move ahead,

He steps out like a bear,
As he gaze at the rising sun,
His movement is as fast as that of a chameleon,
His spinal chord pulls him back,

He hiss as he looks at the field,
The large field seems not to have been touched,
Pinching the earth with his shovel,
He groans as he pulls it up like a woman on labour.