"Injustice, injustice" cried the air,
They called us winds without sail,
And water without cloud.
They ate of my fruit and cursed,
The ground that bred them.

I saw a vision of two trees,
The fountain living life,
The atmosphere echoes cheers.
I was compared to barren wasteland,
And hollow caves.

I was caged in despair with many,
Wagging their heads at me,
Whilst the little ones hurled rock,
At me, I was mocked, scorned,
Thought irrelevant by all,
Who used my sails and,
Walked my path,
They sang in history of how the mighty had fallen.
© sailabby

Photocredit: istockphoto

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