The Rice Eaters Poem by Tony Adah

They ate as if tomorrow
Will never come again
And they wore their leather hand gloves
With spades and work boots
Asking the mama-put for more rice
And shaki, kpomo and roundabout
They ate rice mixed with beans
And dodo and gulped water like a basket
They ate what they worked yesterday
And what they will work today
Working for only their stomachs
They open the the earth
For optic fibres to lie
And the covered and ate
In this funeral for better communication.