Minoru

I had a dream. Like there is ahead
An endless, empty and the wildest plane,
And I stand there, held by iron chain,
Under the tall rock made from finest stone,
And next to me are thousands just like me.

The face of each is marked by life and sorrow,
Love's favour burn in each and every eye,
And hands of everyone are chained with snakes of iron,
And every shoulder's bent low to the ground,