Again I looked and saw
All the oppression that was taking place under the sun:
I saw tears of the oppressed--
And they have no comforter;
Power was on the side of the oppressors--
and they had no comforter.
(Ecclesiastes 4:1, NIV)
It's a poem about childhood memories, but I guess I went off the track a little, anyways again it's not perfect, i just wrote what I was feeling. Thankyou