She spoke in riddles
You mumbled in tongues
Wore mad man made robes
Learning lines of deceit
Passing trays training social slaves
At least political prisoner know
Why they are locked up
Many of us don’t realized
We are imprisoned
She spoke with poetry
Saw things better than me
Clearer vision of reality
And when she shared these thoughts
You ****** her to death
Burned and buried her alive
Strange that in these barren sand
No monument stands
There are no markers
No mourners at her grave
No eulogy until now
My gift to the woman
My love and sorrow
She spoke the truth
Eyes bold fire so fierce
That you where blinded by her radiance
And in your drooling mania
You mindless mongering to maintain status quo
You become a murderer
She was not a witch
Just a wise old lady