Treasure Island

ali chukwuemeka

(03 01 1989 / abeokuta)

Herbs


Herbs were made by god
Purposely for human use
It serves as a source of cure
To those who are disease afflicted
It has also served
As an integral part of a recipe
For cooking a delicious and irresistible
Intriguing aroma food

I sometimes feel indignation
At the way we africans
Make use of our god giving treasure
Millions of herbs lies on
Our nutrition filled lands
We use them in a negative
Way some kill and cause destruction
Of lives with the use of herbs
Which I thought should be
An instrument for the invention
Of life saving drugs

God has giving herbs to us
It is left for us to define its use
No matter which way we use
Positively I think it should be

Submitted: Saturday, November 03, 2012
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