Message mantra of mothers

Reach paddle it, boy!

Immediately sailed across the country

Because there are still plenty of food

You're going full course



We can no longer eat in this country

There was only spoiled food here

That, too, was defeated by a vulture eat

They are, boy ... A black jacket



Which is always chattering with a half-bad

The flying globe always on the prowl

Of the millions of children starving nation

Although only a piece of stale bread or rice