How did i end up a the golden sow?
I was happy then, and seldom -now
Did i ask to be burned at their stake?
Is it truly worth what they do take?
Through every part of me, i do rake
Who put me in charge of a failing army?
Who can hope to go forward, blindly?
All i ever wanted back; joy lost to me
Where does a dead person go to live?
Why do most get stuck; not to forgive?
Oh, how these shackles, i must be rid
When do takers give back what is real?
What do criminals care about or even feel?
Justice is allowing myself and Son to heal!
All of my often lonely life, i have seen myself
and a beloved one and other . perssecuted
for 'doing the right thing'
Throughout the dawn of 'man ' unkind ;Truth
as such, yee shall infinitely and sadly, find -
brutal lies leave a sting!