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The Flooding of the Corn Your river, your main source of life Your identity as a people That Father of Waters Your life source overflows. And in Egypt , There used to be abundance Before the Israelites crossed the Red Sea On dry land. Your crops failed. What would give life with rain and sun, With hope and food and security And nourishment Falls under the curse of the rain If the levees will not hold. And there is the cotton, And there is the corn, And the cotton fails And the corn fails There is no japonica glistening In gilded palaces: Only the flooding of the corn Mingled with the high river That Father of Waters That seethes and waxes and wanes Like the moon reflecting the sun. Your saving grace saved what could be saved But your abundance is now lost. With the flooding of the corn, All that is left is the brown water The lost cotton, And your life.
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