Drought or Flood

In fields unkempt

And overgrown

A farmer applies

The skills he’s honed

For generations

It’s in his blood

Patience cultivated

Come drought or flood

He tills the fields

And plants the seeds

Until there are

No more mouths to feed

Until there is

No more hunger

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