Myself A Farmer Poem by Apuna Rato

Myself a farmer, I grow corn
On mine farm, I till hard.
Look my friend, those leafy greens;
Thinner the weeds under my corns
Easier it is to uproot them too.
Their parasites are mine foe too.
See, yonder my demarcation
Whence ceaseless weeding multiply fast
But myself a good farmer
Mine hands know no laziness
And now, I yield enough.

Thyself a learned, you know the world;
Of history, philosophy and revolutions.
Think my friend, those great personalities
Fewer the corruption under their shadow
Easier it was to overthrow the oppressors.
Social evils are thine foe too.
See, the contemporary chaos,
Whence ceaseless evils creeping fast.
But thyself a learned citizen
Thou must not a slave to ignorance
For thou art not an ordinary mortal.