FROM DAWN TO DUSK GETS TO THE WORK, FARMER,
NOTHING GOES IN THE POCKET, FARMER.
HE DOES A MOUNTAIN OF HARDWORK,
BUT GETS NOTHING FOR HIS WORK .
GROWS GRAIN FOR US, FARMER,
CAN'T GET GRAINS FOR HIM FARMER.
INSTEAD OF HARDWORK HE GETS NOTHING,
WITH NONE OF HARDWORK WE GET EVERYTHING.
AT THE END, HE GETS HANGED ON THE ROPE,
AND WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING IF WE HOPE.
DATE: 16th, FEB,2012.
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