It's Papa's land So mine when he left To farm and graze as I wish That is before
It's Papa's land That I inherit My rightful own That's my hope That is before
It's Papa's land On which he grew food On which his cows graze On which I played and hunted as a kid On which My Mama grew vegetables On which I hope to farm When I grow to be a man That was before
Now it's the King's land Seized as of right On it he grows all kinda things He placed exotic animals Which I only saw in pictures He fenced off all that land To stop me hunt and farm on it at will I only get to see that land As an unwilling volunteer To work for his highness
During these times I cry silently and curse Yet the Gods silently watch Me suffer this loss Perhaps they enjoy my misery But my heart threatens to burst Yet the body holds it tight So I live another day In my sorry plight
Now all can see the new program of operation feed the nation etc.. the buzz in town is the promise of self sufficiency in agricultural produce rice sitting at the top..Brothers no end in sight for this land grabbing president in the guise of empowering the farmers. Forgotten is the cash crop to wit groundnuts ,of course dumped as he cannot buy from the poor farmers; poor not because they have nothing but because their crops were not being bought for cash as they were used to.This is a big wahala . I am not claiming any prophesy here but see what happened lately and connect the dots
Brother..that is exactly what am talking about ..empty slogans as far as we are concerned but useful tools to outwit our poor farming community and usurp the land.
It's Papa's land So mine when he left To farm and graze as I wish That is before
It's Papa's land That I inherit My rightful own That's my hope That is before
It's Papa's land On which he grew food On which his cows graze On which I played and hunted as a kid On which My Mama grew vegetables On which I hope to farm When I grow to be a man That was before
Now it's the King's land Seized as of right On it he grows all kinda things He placed exotic animals Which I only saw in pictures He fenced off all that land To stop me hunt and farm on it at will I only get to see that land As an unwilling volunteer To work for his highness
During these times I cry silently and curse Yet the Gods silently watch Me suffer this loss Perhaps they enjoy my misery But my heart threatens to burst Yet the body holds it tight So I live another day In my sorry plight