Bowing to landlords
Kicking them out on the street
Turning off the gazes
At the scoffers they meet
Persecution whipping their branches about
Silently defying, a curse or a shout
Prejudice bending their dignity to ground
Only cry falling leaves and scatter to ground
Willows in fields
And the streets that you meet
Know pain, love, and sorrow
But never defeat
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