The Separatists would leave one
on your pillow, with a cheeky little face
carved into it, as a warning.
The Federalists responded
with a release of turnip moths
so vast, they blackened the sky.
Spuds were just collateral damage.
That was how crazy things got.
Fields lay fallow for seasons,
ploughshafts collapsed with dry rot.
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