They Ate Our Seeds Poem by Babatunde Aremu

We had plenty of precious seeds
Our stores were filled with good seeds
Our land produces good fruits
Our baskets were always running over

Nations called us blessed
They envied our potentials
Our greatness was seen by all
We also saw a great tomorrow

Suddenly, the rodents
Colluded with the weevils
And formed alliance with termites
To munch away our precious seeds

In their greed,
They frittered away our seeds
And sowed them in another plantations
Far away from our shores

Now, no more seeds in the land
Our land although still fertile
Has refused to produce good seeds
Our labour past have been wasted

Now, hunger, anger and distraught
Looms over a people endowed
The sons of a butchers
No longer has flesh to munch

They have eaten all our seeds