OURS TO PLOUGH NOT TO PLUNDER BY NIYI OSUNDARE



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        OURS TO PLOUGH NOT TO PLUNDER
 
 

 
   BY NIYI OSUNDARE
 
 
 
 
                                                The earth is ours to plough and plant
                                                The hoe is our barber
                                                The dibble her dimple

                                                Out wish mattocks and machetes
                                                Bring calabash trays and rocking baskets
                                                Let the sweat which swells earth root
                                                Relieve heavy heaps of their tuberous burdens
                                                Let wheat fields raise their bread some hands
                                                To the ripening sun
                                                Let legumes clothe the naked bosom
                                                Of shivering mounds
                                                Let the pawpaw swell and swing its head ward breast

                                                Let water spring
From earth’s unfathomed fountain
Let gold rush
From her deep unseeable mines
Hitch up a ladder to the dodging sky
Let’s put a sun in every night

Our earth is an unopened grain house
A bustling barn in some far, uncharted jungle
A distant gem in a rough unhappy dust

This earth is ours to work not to waste
Ours to man not to maim
This earth is ours plough, not to plunder.

CONTENT ANALYSIS OF THE POEM
 
Ours to Plough, Not to plunder in an emotional poem in celebration of one important aspect of nature. It takes a look at mother earth and its resources and passionately calls on man to maintain and guard in rich natural endowment.
 
The poet sees the earth as a piece of inexhaustible well of natural resources, and appeal to man to make constructive and good use of such resources.
 
In the first stanza, the poet admonishes man to use the hoe the tillage of the soil with care just as the barber would care for the hair he cuts. Even the holes ‘dibbles’ made on the soil is seen as spots of smiling cheek ‘dimple’.

 
 
In stanza two and three, farming equipment and crops are mentioned with deep interest. The natural courses of growth of farm crops are seen both in their bounties and protectiveness. Here, wheat, fruits and pawpaw trees are shooting out to the sun and legumes covering the open soil.
 
In stanza four the pictures of the mineral deposits in mother earth are revealed. Water and gold are called forth from the deep of the earth. They with other earthly abundance should be used to put joy on the faces of everybody.
 
In stanza five, the poet hammers on the earth’s virginity fullness and gracelessness.
 
The last stanza is a reliving of the poet’s appeal that man should make constructive, decisive, meaningful and good used of the earth and its resources. In order words, man should not destroy the earth in the course of our daily activities.
 
The part is a statement of caution and that of awareness to man to use his position and resources for the betterment of the world and its people.

POETIC DEVICES
 
Metaphor: Line 2: “The hoe is a barber”; line 8: “Wheat fields… bread some hands”; line 12: “Pawpaw… head ward breasts”; line, “Sun in every night” and lines 22 – 24.
Personification: Line 10:”legumes clothe… “ line 21: “Unhappy dust”; line 3: “dibble her dimple”; and line 12:  “Let the pawpaw swell and swing its head ward breast”.
Alliteration: Line 1: “Plough and plant”; line 3: “dibble her dimple” and line 4: “mattocks and machetes”.
Assonance: Line 3, 4 and 6 “the dibble her dimple “ “Out with mattocks and machetes”, and “let the sweat which swells earth root.
Consonance: Lines 13, “Let water spring”; line 15, “Let gold rush”; line 19, “Our earth is an unopened grain house” and line 20, “a bursting barn in some far uncharted jungle”.
Repetition: The first and last line of the poem. “This is ours to plough”.

THEMES
 
(i)                The call for the effective development of the earth resources
(ii)              The rich inexhaustible endowment of nature
(iii)            The call to maintain our world and protect it from falling into pieces
 
MOOD
 
The poem’s mood is that of hope, happy world, weariness, with a warning that is universal.

TONE:  The tone of the poem is reflective, sober and imperative.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               


                                   
  




  
                             



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