The Magi’s Tower

Looking at The Shacks.

Far off into the distance right in between my neighbour shackled shacks stood the thin and tall Magi’s Tower. The Tower taunted me each time I veered away from the ground to swipe my sweat with graveled hands. The Magi’s unpresent stare kept me red-eyes and frowned, while I toiled he remained a statue inhibited in his statute, watching me toil for our land.