Silos in Sorrow

On the farm, you follow the law.
A boy submits to despotic power
At the cost of his character.
A girl loses
Her voice, a scapegoat with
No choice.
A patriarch's inner beast thrashes
In front of a matriarch's audience
Of silence.
All live in silos of pain
Emptied of grain
In a land where plows
Turn over demoralization's
Indignation.
In prairies settling light,
You survey the damage
Of sorrow's tornado to see
Sweet battles surrendered.
The tightening and girding
Unrestrained
By a love of grace in a body
No longer craving vindication.