Poem About The Shanty Of A Woman- Labor Set On Fire By The Land Mafia Comments

So pathetic a story - - - -the story repeats- - You have painted the picture so poignantly - -Let me quote- - - The smoke converts to clouds and gathers in my burning eyes, The tears flow, as a poem trembles on my lips, with silent cries. The judge and the jury on earth may not do to him any harm, The devil who triggered the fire has such a big arm. The weeping damsel, I know, the story in another form will repeat They will stay where they are and you will have to retreat.