Man Is But Green Poem by Fawole Immanuel Taiwo

On their black and otherwise morsels
They'll pack us and convey us to their mouths
A seat we were given amongst the six classes
We are greens inevitable to man
Our appendage styled weed they jettisoned
But palatably inject, though indirectly
Through our herbivorous counterparts
They execute this action
They consult us when ail
In order to descend hail
Dongoyaro for malaria
Moringa for nutrition
Ginseng for stress relief
Ale they also drain from us
And under our buckler they sit
In order to enjoy the liquor
As we likewise dispense breeze
Our absence in their abodes marks incompletion
As Iroko makes the best roofing planks
Obeche makes the best sculpture
Mahogany makes the best furniture
Our absence on boulevards makes it void
As we are the main ingredient of it
What done could man record without us?
What perfection could they mark without us?
We won't be contemptuous
If we say we are older than man
As we were created on the third day
And man on the sixth
In man's mouth our journey ends
After which we get transformed for growth
Man's also ends in the earth
Where he pays us nutrient he owes us
This account for our growth
Could sever exist between we and them?
No! Absolutely no!
Green is man, man is Green