He looked extremely thin
His skin pale
His eyes lacking matter
He said he rarely eats these days
Only when that malicious cockroach
Decides to go for a walk

The chef sat chin in hand
Her young face looked much older
She told me her life is being eaten away
We rarely sell these days, she said
Only when the old cockroach
Goes for a minute walk

The village was so poor
With everybody restless
We work all day and night
Said the man I met
But everything we own isn't ours
The cockroaches take them all