The Poor Cried at The Table

The sky spoke of smoke getting in its eyes,

Its patience had it with all their rise

So the wind got offended, and got defensive,

as it is- the price for prejudice is expensive-

"even a fly on a wall fallen because of its weak limbs,

has the audacity to point a finger at me"

Thence mother nature intervened;

hearts to melt- for a beautiful scene-

"Sound on a stereo heard on the mountains,

who are we to blame for the song?

have you ever thought of the one who turned the radio on?"

Sky takes the floor, after mother's roar-

"Skies are fairly dark,

mother bend not the truth like an arc;

"Eyes above you all, can see that water fall,

Oh, such brutal deceptions,

I can tell Daniel doesn't dissect Diana's Demeanor,

so how can he understand her intentions?"

And the wind blew him- so to win;

"How is it that you see the fault of me,

Yet have no eyes for Justice's demise?"

So sky wasn't willing to fly- flailing

as it yet flexed another reply- saying

"Because you killed the dove, not thinking twice,

yours is a heart as cold as ice"-

There then spoke the poor- who then sang a song,

that sounded like a prayer-

He cried to them all-

as they teared with him- like a sad song on an audio player-

"I need rain that's fair-

wealth for a dove that's not there

I need a buffer for all those suffer,

a beautiful song to keep them all strong-"

"I need a tree that breeds different colors,

in a farm with the fairest of all farmers;

And I need a safe haven to do a service,

a gathering to remember Justice-"

"I need a mother to compliment everyone's nature,

a resurrection for the dove who adores when we gather,

I need justice for sky- a reparation for his eyes,

I'm going to need wind to be responsible- So to never retell any lies."

"I need love- so is there anyone above?"