We planted
Didn't harvest
We laboured
All in vain
We daren't go
To our farms
The marauders laid waste
Our lands eating up the yield;

We laboured
Thinking at harvest
We'll reap abundance
God having blessed us
Showers making the land
Green with crops, just
Before the harvest
The evil men swarmed
On us like locusts
Devouring the fruits of our labour.