Meal is ready on the foot path
Having a greedy look
Appetite is burning slowly
Slacken the chain from feet slacken the chain from hands
O the people of earth- protect the crops from the plunder
On the bank of the river the crops that sowed by blood
Ransacked.
O the people of earth protect your banner in your grip.
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