A goat that broke a cooking pot,
Is never at peace even when laid to peace.
The chicken that has decided
To disturb the cloth line will forever fight!
In the heavens of food
People still die of starvation,
can there be a balance?
Is there any bench mark for being rich?
Is there anything more beautiful as the mountain of rain bow?
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