Still in the world exists
A place where a laborer labors, as a soldier in the battle field
He works there for his knight's ambition and goal
But the members of toiler’s family are waiting for his return with money as wage.
So they can have a day's meal
But his labor got him nothing except pain.
The only wage which he earns is death out of pain.
The only wage which he gives his family is grief.
The knight winning the battle after his laborers death, he sits on the throne behind him thousands of widows mourn.
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