The giants want to subdue the masses You laugh when for them I fight My lance got entangled in the blade Of a windmill you all snigger Is this the ideal world we want Where the mighty suppress the weaklings Little do you realize that It is for us all to fight our own demons As for me Don Quixote you've already turned a judge. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Stitch up a beautiful poem titled "Sciamachy". Sciamachy: A battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadows. The best one shall be featured. 💐
