The sun hung up high in the sky
And the earth was hot and humid
A hell kite dropped to scoop a chick
In its mortal claws
Where those who refused to attend farm
Grief of death by noon
A puerile infant convulsed and left the world
There's wailing
There mourning
A potent darkness comes
To corrupt the light in presence of tears
For those who refuse to attend farm.
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