Shadow Of The World Poem by vijit allada

i wish the tree of misfortune would stretch shade,
forth ov'r those who fain the laws God made,
let there leaves caste their eerie shapes upon,
them who have nev'r ache and strife known

yet the grey gloom like dusk hangs a test,
where those humble and of pure intent rest,
and everyday they yet not protest but cheer,
For the way which is lit for them is clear

but i protest, needing someone to make amends,
for in my path i see less of straight and more bends,
curve into a shallow way with dips and sways,
whilst the shadow of leaves on the ground plays

fools though we are deserve this we not,
but being fools perhaps we at long forgot,
that our heart be where are treasure is too,
and i ought to be satisfied for this is true.

the same goes for the masses that their treasure,
is very much at hand however small in measure,
for exceedingly long they sat contended and gay,
until came the day for that there transgressions they pay.

and now we sit under a different shade at last,
reaping the rewards for the days now past,
by fools gold at the rainbows end deceived we were not,
and winning the victory for the battle was fought.