Chained and shackled as if one was a wild beast
The young lady stood in her barefeet
Looking up at the man who sentence her and chose her fate.
Like the sand blowing in a dust storm.
Like an angry sea rushing to the shore.
She had stood here one time before.
Broke free to run some more.
Eyes cast down but not from shame.
Tears flowing but not from fear.
She had no one to blame.
She did what had to be done.
Angry words that were thrown about
She tried to leave but there was no way out.
She searched in vain.
Reached a point of physical pain.
Decided to put an end to this.
Aimed her gun and did not miss.
She refused to explain to the man up high.
He would have to decide on his own.
If her reasons set her free.
Or if she to was doomed to die.