by Nick Gisburne
Was she precious when you took her in your arms,
When you told her she had found her future - you?
Was she precious when you showered her with charms,
With the whispered words you promised, swore, were true?
Was she precious when you criticised her friends,
When you turned away the people from her past?
Was she precious when she tried to make amends
For the slights and indiscretions she amassed?
Was she precious when you told her every bruise
Would teach her how to live a better life?
Was she precious when she struggled to refuse,
When she found her screaming silenced by a knife?
Was she precious? More than she could ever show.
Will your death be pleasant, peaceful, painless? No.
