Bury me or wt's left of me
when injustice speaks we are supposed to speak louder
The poem reflects the story of a young
innocent girl whowas accused of
witchcraft in a time
when practicing magic was considered
a deadly sin.The girl was tortured
brutally until the lord of
the city decided how to punish her.
he ordered her to be beheaded
in the public square where her head
was hung on the city gates and her
body left in the wilderness for vultures
and wild dogs to feed on.
Bury Me !
My soul is imprisoned
In a dark moist cell
My soul cries out
Burry me !
Dead as I seem
My will still lives on
Lords of darkness
Kings of the underworld
Hear my cries
Share my agony
Heal my scars
Give me light
Hear my calls
Save my soul
My body has no one to shed a tear on
My heart is set on fire
My life is coming to an sad end
The truth fades away with me
My will has been taken
My heart is broken
Yet my will has been spoken
Let it be !
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