i want to speak
but you roar as a lion
to touch you
but as daughter of Zion
you sit alone
widow of sorrow
cry and groan
moaning the morrow
desperate for company
to talk with somebody,
yet you rule with shout
terror and clout
assault and offense
building a fence
of whip and knout
roundabout
nobody allowed
in or out
self-fulfilling prophesy
your life's odyssey
you've become
your own adversary