Lord of the Locust eating our corn
Becomes obese he should not be born
Gold of our crops, the gold of our fruit
Locust singing and playing their flutes
Locust of our harvest, you waste not one grain
Striping the stems so nothing grows again
Lord of the Locust, you seem not to care
You land on everything without despair
Oh sender of rain, rainbow's casting their spell
Cleansing our furrows of Locust from hell
Bringing nourishment, to our fields of corn
Protecting stalks of life and their newborn
As life within life, receive blessings from thee
Protect our harvest setting our crops free
*Editor's Note:
The Couplet Form of poetry is rhyming stanzas made up of two lines. A pair of lines of a verse that form a unit. Some couplets rhyme aa, but this is not a requirement. 14 Lines
