Oppressions Steed

 Pushed, pressed, folded and bent.

Reaching limits, with resources spent.

More… more and more

 Comes life's ludicrous demand,

Bringing undue vexation to already crippled hands.

Hands that bleed, Hands in need,

Hands without hope from oppressions steed.

For hope is now betrothed unto helplessness

Uniting the mind, which already grieves.

Nothing more to be done,

Little if anything left to be said,

For clouds of somber recollections

Have released the sadistic furies

 from the chambers of the dead.

Pushed now is he

This servant

This humble spirit

Who hath given all to those in need.

Oh, pushed now is he,

Beneath the hooves

Of oppressions steed.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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