Save Me Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

You have the sun, so jail the sand.
A steady stream of steam rises up
To make clouds gather for precipitations.
It drizzles, sleets, snows, hails and rains.
Producers and consumers look for plenteousness
But when you observe the windows of the wind,
The marvels of nature and of technology,
There is lack of food safety for any one.
What is the use of suits, shoes, dresses?
Money, cars and colossalized mansions
When the jet-setter is empty bellied?
Should the young and foolish be old and
Foolisher? Youth of brute strength like a
Lion, if you don't mind, help turn the tide.
This is to my kith and kin but a general
Idea of pleasing impression.
Farming is black, but comely And my
Fortune- your fortune, our fortune- their
Fortune. Some ridicule her. Please, don't
be a crab and slack. Only crabs try to pull
others down. A worthy work is worth doing
Together. Get its knack! Practice to
Make your history. The click-clack of her
Delightful prospects enthuse about
Employment! Investment! Enjoyment! ! !
Safety is not in the whims of fashion,
So secure food to save a life.