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We may wake up one morning with a frown
For our green fields would have turned brown
And all the leafing of Spring brought down
Why? They come in great number to shred the earth asunder

No longer will the befitting funeral of a harvest be needed
The rice husks will need not be seeded
If only the warning signs had been heeded
Why? They come in great number to shred the earth asunder

We may wake up one morning with sorrow
For our kin would have learnt only to plunder and borrow
With no regard for today’s happiness or plans for the morrow
Why? They come in great number to shred the earth asunder

We may wake up one morning with no roof over our head
Wars were too important; good living was a second choice instead
And while there was wailing, no one was interested
Why? They come in great number to shred the earth asunder

We may wake up one morning with our joy gone
No room for mutual companionship or the sight of children playing in the sun
We would end up with loneliness as the definition of freedom won
Why? We come in great number to shred the earth asunder

A sleeping figure of eight indicates infinity
After all, the hunger of the locusts is a certainty
So, what will be the cure to this plague so naughty?
Would they come in great number to shred the earth asunder?

Luke O. Ogar

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