My Heart Stills

A poem on injustice.

My heart stills at the thought
of what the times have wrought
upon my wretched soul
and its once lofty goals.
But now why heed such dreams
when deeds are no more deemed?
Now why heave up the hoe
where there are no seeds to sow?
That is why my heart wails
at unrequited pains
and the glories long lost
at the whims of those above.