A Lamb To The Slaughter - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Weren't they aggrieved at you?
Who would consult with them two, again?
Share their food or drink their water
Weren't those Muslim women, aggrieved at you?
Sharing they're world harvest —
When, they hang you, Aasiya Noreen,
When they sentenced you to your death.
That angry, jubilant, mob chanted death, death, death.
Kill her kill her - evil blasphemer.
Aasiya Noreen, who will pick berries ever again
And not think of you... If they do sadly, kill you:
Who would work, neighbourly beside them again?
Aasiya Noreen, your poor family has gone into hiding,
And even if they don't hang you, extremists
Will be of the mind, and exterminate you.
Aasiya, you're a Christian soldier - we're praying for you.
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