Now breathless and unconstrainedShe warbled odes for her captors
And then like razors slipped forth
Of a world she had been detained
Taken `way from her restful peace
And living’s translation shot dead
In an arid land discharged in war
Dignity stuffed in scarf’s bent head…
Now humanity free of its confinement
Open of nodding treacherous torture
Death in their breath she expresses
Of her ungodly "criminals at best"!
Everything is not as it appears to be
As painted thus in lyrical ode
The young Christian now safely home
Others still held she drops her bomb…
mrp
