Befallen to the brokers
To win their daily bread
And for the comfort and care
Of the loving, near and dear
Carried on the struggle and strife
Amidst dangers lurking and rife
Loved ones carried a faint hope
They will all return to native trope
Only to be befuddled and told
Their bodies will, in wooden hold
Struggle to survive is foretold!
Survive to sacrifice is untold!
Strange are the ways of unkind world!
