Saturday, March 27, 2010

Prisoners

Prisoners

Who has ever wished
For dreary lands instead
Of rains and greens and trees
Of love and rest and ease ?

Who has ever thought
Of getting what he sought
At prices high unfair
Of paying all unaware ?

Yet, we all seek and get
What we asked and has been let.
We all trade our rains -
For heat, and thirst, and chains.

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