Grain

The gold of the chest is broken, and the hand that falls hard becomes rice, The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside. The force that makes it strong The giver one day becomes the eater, as night. He is now a merchant, Not a farmer, a bloody knife. With one hand, he now donates, He took it back with another hand. Very nice! Who will say that it was mixed with the ground? Two days ago, Now that is above the sky. Day after day passed Night after night the little flowers that smile in the yard Now the shoe walks upon it and it does not hesitate to grind. The man thought he was working Forgot that he is also a citizen The farmer lost, and the merchant also in a fight In the end, He realizes that he is the most arrogant grain He is also the mice.