This place crowded by the golden grains
That falters along the gentle blend
Yellowstone with life that matters
Holding unto the heroic pain of one’s
That never counts
This place I would wish to sleep
Beneath the blue sky by a small creek
With stories of man who bleeds
The golden grains that we all need
This place of beauty but we greed
The only way to survive and to live
To know not all man grows but all eat
Please appreciate my fellow man
Who’s friends with rain and the heat
This place crowded by the golden grains
I from valley who has never seen
The pain and suffering of man who feeds
My fellow man of wealth and greed
It is time for we to see
The golden grains at east
– Ng Putukho Pao
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