LARIKI

 Lariki 

This is a popular saying

From where I come

To the one in the affair of provoking nothing

For nothing. The buds that must grow up say it, 

Always unaware of what it means to be a Lariki. 

A kind budding soul

Always told to refuse sunshine and rain

To wither  

For the  big trees to survive.

That's the call from the Cedar plants

Who have the nutrients to shoot up even taller.

Yesterday, at the gathering of the shrubs,

There arose self-reflection, 

To bury greed as seed

Reproducing grassroots called grace

Which can save the goats and sheep

From thirsting and starving to death.

When the gathering offed, 

The litres of oil in the lantern

Was shared to sheer friends

Who share in the shares of the shea

Planted by those leveraging on bonus air

Only given at dawn.

When they cry out their frustration 

The nostrils of those who commit the crime

Signal fiercely of a stuffy nose of complaints. 

So, they gag up, saying nothing. 

The loud silence is their next promise of

We have heard you, and you will hear from us.