Urged by pressing demand
With foreign body is it brewed!
Just another consignment
And the business will turn sour
Urged by the swift coming rain season
With termite-concieved wood is it erected!
And roofed with foreign-twigs in the thatch
August ends the span of this house
How soon they too shall fall apart
These impetuous allies of the world
How soon they will split!
And split they will, the hard way!
It is just a matter of time
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