by Nick Gisburne
They sealed her in the dark to rot away
No mercy, no release, will ever come
How fragile seems her sanity today
How long before her spirit will succumb?
They gave her little time to plead her case
Pretending that they listened, they did not
The bruises on her body, on her face
Reflections of their fury, high and hot
The only thing she wanted was respect
Acknowledging her struggle to survive
But everything she honours they reject
She wonders why they keep her here, alive
The daughter they despise was once their son
A truth from which their minds can never run
