Because I did not hasten my pace,
A cheetah pounced on me
As I was ploughing my soil;
He tore me to shreds before the sesame,
And left me as a scapegoat for my foil.
Panting and breathing to save my life;
No one of the crowd gave a hand;
Lying helpless on the land,
Simply because I did not hasten my pace.
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