Labor Without Bread
She was a farmer
And sowed ten seeds
Three of them died prematurely
She was nurturing the rest
With hope and faith to win
But as she was not looking
And before she begin to harvest
Killers raided and took her precious life
Making her labor fruitless
Oh! How she wished to enjoy this bread
The bread of her hard labor
Ahh! It's very very painful
To labor without enjoying the bread
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