Subjugated
shaped by faith and chisel
affixed, strong to the squall, my power
majestic resilience, my people
perhaps, looked to me for inspiration
perhaps, sought my advice before
battle, I’ll not say
carted off, so far away, vanquished
out of place in becalmed walls
at my feet gaggles, snapping memories
while I yearn for elements
I can not shed tears, nor caress
my beloved people
photos and poem © by DC Lessoway
