Steel Plant Poem by Haruna Garba

A ferret never sniffs for the fun of it
And when your dog digs loose soil
You really can bet your last dollar
A queer thing does lie underground

Brigade of flies never swarm anyhow
And when a beetle spreads its wings
You can bet your too slim last dime
Fresh air by some means is fouled

A mine does ask for digging tools
And then the other for utmost care
Can't think of plant under namesake
But it turns out its smartest place
Stashed deep where the war boils
And even the press can't figure out