Under the Mighty Oaks
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John

Under the oak trees I slept
Under the oak trees I dreamt
Of cooler days
And kinder ways
Under the oak trees I wept
In the sunlight’s dappled rays
In the dream I swept away
All the harmful things
People do and say
Under the oak trees
I wonder who will pay
For the atrocities and decay
I’ve witnessed
Each and every day.
Under the oak trees
I knelt to pray



 

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