The farmers toil to make a living,
Labourously planting rice, grieving.
Why you say? A long day's hardwork
Barely puts on the table
A loaf of bread, butter or pork.
Oh daily struggle, what a feat!

The other end of the spectrum
Shows those of wealth, a bride and groom.
With such abundance they are worry free
Never did work just as hard, you see.
They are only meant to live blissfully.

Carefree.

With the throwing of rice,
This luck continues hopefully.
The same rice from our farmers
Who worked hard for a mere penny.