EN CHANTRESS

The summer breeze brushed past my sundress
Sunlight glazed through my eyes
The rubbles stare deep into me
The more I looked the less I saw 
I felt like a puppet
In the control of a master
The piper who plays
Dictating the chords of my life
I've been abacinated by the hot coals of hate and inequality
I need for it all to stop
I need you to fight for me
Not that I'm not strong enough