Freedom Poem by Hell 'Farya

You held a knife to my kin's neck,
And I, forced down to watch in fear.
Behold your own word of bondage:
'Accept my faith or eat my blade.'
And when he blatantly refused,
You littered the lawn with his blood.

Freedom, you said you preached,
But all laws of men you've breached.
'Renounce the words of your father,
Or see another kin's head falter.'
You spat on me as I lay shivering,
Then rolled to me the head of a sibling.

'Salvation has no price, ' your words,
Your tongue speaks nothing but false.
'Hail me supreme and I shall give gold.'
Your knife was rusty when I looked close.
So you dragged me across the street,
That the people might hail your feat.

To my kin again you looked upon,
Swore on the hideous you had done:
'Pagans and witches will die in my fire! '
So you tied innocent women to the stake.
You promised liberty, and it is what you take,
Yet you swore that freedom is all you offer,
I doubted and stuck to my belief proper.

And I know: not long -
My kin's fate shall so befall me at your hands.