Standing by my cassava farm
And seeing the leaves green, the roots firm
And how like soldiers in parade they sway
To the soft music in a happy day
Their thousand heads in disorderly array
Vying for a sunray
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To a beauteous seas serene
Of scented leaves and flower
My soul goes out after
Like unto Flanders Field
To which ‘tis bound to yield
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Compelled I picked a leaf
From Natures’ exotic sheaf
To deck my feathered grief
O fly away grief !
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But at the sight of blood
And tears that stick to my hand,
White and black like spider’s web;
My heart sank to bare sand. I wept
Not knowing why you did weep
So bitterly in my hand
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And listening to your story
Fills me with pity
O, cassava like you
I sourly weep too
For your daily mouthful
The world is unthankful
They’ll stand in judgment
And what I fear most is that moment grave
When Cassava may go on strike
For being denied her harvest rite.
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