My Rev Is Counterclockwise Poem by Haruna Garba

I think chalk will remain white
Only to stumble on rigorous rootworms
And their bulk is only a little
Less than the world's size
Questing brand types
Who never leave every stone unturned
Who would talk about colored ones
And trace each to bones
The bones themselves those of swine

With this hard way of scrutinizing the world
With real rigor now I borrow brains
But setting sail from the far side harbor
Hence scanning the noisome peaces
Only to find chips of starch and fats
Proteins, vegetables and salts
Eventually tracing them to food

So talking about origins
I won't take side with assassins
Rather, counter clockwise shall be my rev