No matter how rich a businessman is, money is futile
Farmer's hands fill Food on his platter of gold, rich are so vile
Don't bite the Farmer's hand that feeds you and Us all, game guile
Poor Farmers toil, burn sweat and blood, make barren lands Fertile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful expression on the praising of Farmers// money is futile~ yeah; sometimes I thinks so!