The Folks Are Sad Poem by Haruna Garba
The Folks Are Sad
Women Are Lamenting
Winnowing machine abounds
Old job has abruptly been sacked
Threshes and chaps to the birds
Carvers are yelling
Women shun mirrors and pestles
Chisels are relocated beyond recall
Dog's leg knows naught mortar bereft
Blacksmiths are wailing
Stainless steel jobs have taken hold
Anvils and hammers can't play tunes
Stolen has smelting done their job
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4/25/2024 1:07:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Stainless still jobs have taken hold! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.