poem: GLOBAL WARMING

The buds shrink
Starved by the receding water table
The leaves don the colour
Of the scorched red earth
Subdued by the sun

My crops, my life
On a date with uncertain weather
Threatened
By the deadly advance of
Desertification
The handyman of
Global warming and
Climate change

A parched land, for wetland
And flood for droplets
Gone is the minor season
And the hazy Harmattan

Trees I have chopped
To feed my baby
And bush I burn
To enrich the soil
For fertilizers, and ‘cides are
Beyond my reach
And mechanise farming
For me, a myth

I burn the wood
For coal and fuel
As cooking gas and cooker
Are all for the rich

To warm the globe
Is not my ploy
To change the clime
I desire less

I live my life
With the choices I have
To save myself
Or save the world


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