You cannot take my farmland...
I raised up my voice in protest...
I do not need your dollar, naira or rand...
But in his eyes I see he will not rest...
Until he has from me my farmland wrest...
He laughed at me and declared aloud...
I am ruga, I cannot be cowed...
But do you not have farmlands of your own?...
Have you looked Northward and you find no grassland?...
You wish to decorate my land with tombstones!...
I will defend my farmland, I warn you beforehand...
Again he laughed at me...
"I am ruga, you can not stop me..."
Why does ruga, a common thief blow the trumpet of arrogance?...
Dressed in the garb of violence...
Is it because he rides on the back of horses or cows?...
Then I discovered power to it bows!...
Shall we then seat idly by, and watch ruga steal our lands?...
Shall we then look on in despair as ruga sleeps on the beds of our children....
consume the foods we kept for them...
And desecrate our sacred places?...
My answer is NO...
I think you should say NO too...
©darlington
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