Soil as human Existence

Soil, not oil
Treat not unjust your soil
For it's the mother that birth your oil
From soil we get food
And we have fuel that do us good
Drop a Seed and have a meal
Drop many and clear your bill
Play not with that furrow
For through it, insects burrow
Look through it, it is narrow
Beside it, you will see healthy jew mallow
Lick it, you will be fine from bone to marrow
Explore it, your account will shoot like arrow
On soil, your waste is wealth
Be calm, please take a breath
Cabbage, Coriander, cucumber alligned on that soil breadth
Will cloth you with sound health
In soil, are elements of health
In health, there is wealth
Now tell me it's not soil,
That grew wheat and veg oil
Tell me why our stomach must toil
If truly oil can grant us financial foil
For centuries, we have trust oil
And those in Niger Delta have been in moil
With sick mind and polluted soil
A lasting eye will host no mucus
A lasting ear will host no pus
Let's divest our Ross
And carry our cross
For a no to soil
Is a yes to moil