OURS TO PLOUGH NOT TO PLUNDER

the earth is ours to plough and plant
The hoe is our barber
The dribble her dimple
Out with mattock and matchetes
Bring calabash trays and rocking baskets
Let the sweat which swells earthroot
Relieve heavy heaps of their tuberous burdens.

Let the wheatfals raise their breads on hands
To ripening clothe the naked bosom
Of shivering mounds
Let the pawpaw swell and swing its head weard breasts.

let the water spring
from earths unfathomed fountain
Let gold rush
From the deep unseeable mines
Hitch up a ladder to the dodging sky
Let put a sun in every night.

Our earth is an unopened grain house
A bustling barn in some fax uncharted jungle
A distance gem in a rough unhappy dust
The earth is ours tp work not to waste
Ours to man not to maim
This earth is ours to plough, not to plunder.

             By... 
                 @mcpsalmmuelinfix 

My first post since April........

My inspiration comes from the @onequality @englishtchrivy and more to come