When labor is broken because of the none evaluation of its holy meaning by someones.
Harvest when ready has been kept;
An amazing scarecrow takes it all in an easy tour.
Because harvests are used to be eaten by strangers;
In such dry ground water is forbidden;
In full mourning, it is crying vegetation death.
Labor is screaming for what it ought to be forever.
But it is put just a pledge for interests.
Labor that means both life and hope has been broken forever.