Farmhands moved away,
Lured by the glitz of cities,
hopes of better work.
Mother earth left deserted,
Coffee and jobs both erased.
Wild weeds aplenty,
Travails lost to empty nests.
The bosom, untilled,
Several genus trampled.
Empty percolators stare.
Reminiscent farmlands abound.
So sad...
ReplyDeleteIt is a sad reality. The youth is turning away from fields and farms.
DeleteAwww..
ReplyDeleteThanks ... One word that said a lot
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