The Strike: By Lene Ododomu

                      

                      The Strike

I was just a spectator

watching at the government's farmers

And I saw them working every day and nit without rest

They were working as if,

they are robots without blood

They were so committed

Indeed, like a statue put in one place

They need to be paid without delay

Their wages are expected to be increased

Their demands are expected to be prioritized

The Sun awake with a furious appearance

The more you look at him,

the less you see

The more you put off your clothes,

the more your skin frantically fade

But these farmers don't care

But working under the stubborn Sun

When the Sun returns for sleep,

he met them still working!

The Sun smile

And then prais'd them a thousand times!

I saw the Rain crawling down from the sky,

like a lizard who is chase by fire

And when he touches the ground,

I could not stand the hot coldness

I protected my body under the warm roof

But surprised to see,

that these farmers were still under the angry Rain working

A day came

Then the farmers called for a meeting

In the gathering,

I couldn't look at their faces

Because their eyes were like an eagle one

I wondered what could be the cause

And the family bell whispered  to my hears, 

that they have not been paid for a countless of times!

Another day came

And I walk'd down to the government's farm land

But I could not see any of the farmers

So I was to'ld that they have embark'd on strike

I blame the failed government

I finds relief

when the government reaches an agreement to their demands

And happiness walk around the sky

when I saw them back to work

Many years pass'd

while waiting for the government to remember their words

But the fulfilment failed to come to limelight

Then the anger awake again

And a warning strike was declared

Thinking that they would be considered 

But the sun still met the sky unchanged

when returns for sleep

Then the angry farmers added another two months for renegotiation

I pity the dying dreams of the unborn babies

who started calculating 

their nine months for womb escape

I pity their wastefulness in the womb

And I feel so sad for their sufferness in the womb

Let's not blame the farmers

But blame the irresponsible government

Maybe changing the current government can profer solution

So let's shun this wickedness in 2023