Running from the man behind
I hear him 'Come here you're mine'
Running faster as I try to get away
A gun pointed at me, why today
Pitch forks and torches come at my sides
Looking around it's starting to blind
9 more miles I don't think I can make it
Maybe death?
Do I have to fake it.
Getting closer I can smell the blood
Why would god do this, why when he's so high above
God please tell me why I'm missused
Why would you let them continue to abuse.
My heart is covered in my families blood
Soon I'll be with them.
And with you up above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very interesting