Shadowland Poem by Charlotte Rains

A shadow falls across the land,
like the stretching of a hand.
Large and strong, thick and wide,
crushing souls down deep inside.
The weak can't run, or get away;
the strong and rich, they must obey.
Up and down and round and round,
pulled and stretched without a sound.
Receiving little, still giving their all;
as faces turn from a hungry child's call.
Sickness is nothing, still labor they must.
Who can they turn to, or who can they trust?

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