Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the valiant of them all?'

'The farmers that battle day and night-
On the fields of crops with all their might,
Wrestling against the sun and storms
To nourish the ungracious hungry human worms.

The wandering matriarch on the bustling thoroughfare,
Attempting to receive a considerable share
Of money or food, by exhausting her strength-
To feed the starving youngs at home.

Lurking behind branches and deadly wires,
The...