For want of a loaf of bread,
A child was lost.
For want of a child,
A family was lost.
For want of a family,
A community was lost.
For want of a community,
A Town was lost.
For want of a town,
A state was lost.
For want of a state,
A nation was lost.
For want of a nation
A society was lost.
All for the want of a loaf of bread.
Making fuel from grain has unintended consequences.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I learn something here...a little thing is not little at all but it can make a huge..either a huge good things or bad things..be thankful always and dont get greedy...and in many stages, life always meet with lost so we need to get ready :)