Like the rustling of the wind
Your drooping eyes freeze my blood
Your tan-beaten and wobbling boughs
Like a brass in a fiery
Who’d not be drawn to you twice?
Who’d not share your innocent guilt?
What treason did you commit?
That so defies any mitigation?
Like a tree in a gale,
You’re rocked and tossed abroad
To serve those whom you’re born to be served
And be mocked by your fellow beings
You may be different from them in social life
But just the same as them in organic life