The Church bells are tolling and crying

A women dead before her years

remembered only by empty tears

and the cries of "Oh the humanity!"

But those Humans took away her abillity

to be truly free in this life,

She was a broken soul begotten by Hell's Virtues passed on to her by others

and her need for escape broke through.

In Desperation and Hope

She chose the death of the samuri

rather than be subjectified.

Yet the mourners cry and shout for retribution

never daring to confron thier contribution,

except for the one who loved her

asking quietly among the cluster

"Why?" "Why now?"

Knowing that in this death no one had won.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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