Golden grain flows from the farmers' hands, yet it is a hollow bounty. The harvest is sent to military garriso…
Golden grain flows from the farmers' hands, yet it is a hollow bounty.
The harvest is sent to military garrisons and cities, leaving the tillers with only chaff, scars from the sharp leaves, and a sorrow that deepens each year. For the weary farmer who fills this granary, there is no cause for celebration in this bitter abundance.