◀ A woman said to the selfless farmer fair,
Much alike, you and I, in the burdens we bear.
◀ We both shed our garments, in dire plight,
Not by choice, but by necessity’s might.
◀ Our aim was to save others from harm,
Unaware of our struggle, calm and warm.
◀ I turned to this trade, selling my worth,
When my child lay hungry and ill on this earth.
◀ In your hands, old clothes met the flame,
In mine, honor burned for the clink of coin and shame.
◀ They took me, preaching with zealous spark,
They hailed you as a hero, the selfless mark.