On the horizon,
there sat a cloud,
wispy and playful,
with the blue skies it found.

Noticed down below,
on the unforgiven ground,
little people that were brothers,
and by their brothers they were bound.

Cloud thought to itself,
'I should move around,
go far away from here,
so as not to hear that sound.'

Taking new position,
after its transition,
Cloud made of itself,
a new, improved edition.
Again becoming playful,
but aware that some are hateful.
Cloud had found some holy ground,
and for that Cloud was grateful.

One day Cloud was sitting,
shading a worker from the Sun.
Indeed it was God's bidding,
to know he and the worker were one.

The worker was very tired,
and the shade kept worker from quitting.
Then along came worker's master,
and the master began hitting.

Cloud thought to itself,
'what has he done wrong?
Why would master beat him,
so mercilessly, and for so long?'

Cloud could only watch,
its friend be put to death.
Had no...