Harvest Season [Memoirs Of A Third World Child]

Its harvest season
We pass by the house previously scorched
In an attack of treason
The reason for this treason remained disclosed
Until the case reached the court
It was a dispute of land ownership and tribalism

Its harvest season
My cousins and I are heading uphill with a donkey cart
We almost run over a naughty cat
We reach the two-acre land and start working in
the same land that groundhogs are always lurking in
I assume they are oblivious to what is happening
That’s until we see them running and panicking

It is the end of harvest season
The stores are fully stocked and locked
News of a drought leaves churches full and unlocked
Before the drought you could hear the echo of a pin drop
This is when I learnt how God is mocked
When they have it all, His memory in them is lost
I'm guessing he won’t unlock Heaven’s doors even when they knock.