by Nick Gisburne
Consumed by hate, she leaps into the road
And hurls herself to halt the limousine
Her anger, burning, threatens to explode
A storm of fury, blasphemous, obscene
She knows him, that most infamous of men
He stains the sacred centre of her soul
She hammers on the door, again, again
Until his brainless bullies take control
They crush her crimson face against the glass
And now she sees him, terrified, within
She knows the fear she brings to him will pass
Unlike the shame he buried in her skin
The pain she feels will never fade away
But she will not be broken, not today
