The poisonous Serpent is standing upright, ready to bite and spit, therefore remove the hand from the planter and the plow now. Look, a nation is standing humiliated, trampled and tired, they call their El and weep: enough is enough. Yes, they call, why should we agonize any longer? For too long we have sweated and labored from morning until evening for a useless penny.

Look, the poisonous Black Mamba is standing upright, ready to bite and spit and the Serpent is holding the scepter through every political crook. The mine-pit is standing deserted, with no laborers lingering, and the wage thereof is only famine that will exhaust and grieve an entire population.

The Cobra is also lying with its long body in die form of a horseshoe. It lifts its head and in a fight until death, the snakes will now trump each other. I hear the call of a Lapwing, while I listen to the droning of a group-man in a temporary field pub. Yes, I hear someone whisper, it is indeed a strange but terrifying group. So, gather a bit of courage oh trampled nation and therefore increase your speed a little. Behold, two are lying on one bed and soon the one will have to bid the other farewell.