Not borrowed but plundered feather

You reap the harvest of my labour in the field,
in leaps and bounds,beyond the boundary line,
The grains in clusters cover the sickle an d the hand,
the storage is full ,full, yet my efforts are null,
you plundered my land by force, in my absence,
you have even stifled your conscience,
you had a tent in my land to unseat me,
to disposses me and my ward
who else knows but only the omnipotent God!
Reasons and rectifications ,my Lord!