By Abena The Village Girl
Natures Call
hear me
silly you
dont cry
come and sit by my side
come and lay on my branch
kiss the neck of my wood
rub my bush with your touch
let me sprinkle u with honey
come and play in my hay
come and mould with my clay
come and feast on my yams
in my field
down to earth
come and sink in my soil
then rub with my oil
in my palms see our destiny
my leaves are medicinal
watch my mountain explode
see my rocks and my holes
mush, gush, us, hushhh
and shes seduced you
the serpent curls
she laughs heartily
lengthy locks dangling
this time no army
this time no brutality
the trumpets thunder
an announcing
the goddess she is fast arriving
and this time the rogues will not be in hiding
because when nature calls everyone comes.
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