When the round of life is broken
with the breaking of the year;
When the orphan and the widow
weep in darkness and in fear;
When the kin of Vale have weakened
till they cannot bear the load;
When the heartless masters beat them
to their knees under the goad;
When the people are divided
from each other and the land;
When their holdings are abandoned
into few and grasping hands;
When the land cannot lie fallow,
but is stripped of all it bears;
When the dead cannot lie easy
in the land that once was theirs;
When the poor man’s debts shall drive him
into thralldom for his bread;
And the people shall fall silent
in the shadow of their dread;
Then, in hunger, crops shall dwindle
under flood and slip and frost;
To a foreigner’s dominion
shall the land at last be lost.
from Restoration Day by Deborah Makarios