Mourning Over the Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees Hovering around the atmosphere Or like rain drops on our roof tops, I opened my round window The window of my hut, I wanted to know Why my sleep won't mellow, All i saw was sorrow As the atmosphere turned green. The cassava farm was over shadowed Banana plantation feebled, Apple orchard struggled Yet their efforts stifled, Lemon grass for mama's herb withered, Rose flower shattered and our Groundnut farm tattered. Suddenly,the green army fled, Tears exuded from my eyes As i sputtered in pain, Mother filled with melancholy, Father tore his heart in grief Villagers hope captured and crippled, So their travail displayed as Everyone mourned over The locust plaque..... BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).