Martyr’s Song

by K.J. Petrie

© K.J. Petrie 2003. The right of K.J. Petrie to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 Sections 77 and 78.

They took my clothes away and left me trapped inside.
They took my chance away and made me lose my pride.
They took my words away and gave away my voice beside.
They took my place away and left me nowhere left to hide.

Why take my clothes, my chance, my words, my place?
Just for this: to prove they could, to be thus master,
To fight, impress and violate with force,
And what will come hereafter?

No clothes I need to show the world what they have done.
No chance I need to shame them, every one.
No words I need to hear their own them shun.
No place I need when they are on the run.

Naked, certain, silent, lost, the truth need only wait,
And then, when this is over, the End will vindicate.

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