Bodies lying here and there, torn clothes everywhere, Some little girls crying near the bay, Some little girls hiding behind the hay, It's the month of May,and I still remember this day, When I refused to use my stength, Gave up, laid down, Could no longer fly high, I was forced to drop on the ground, Just because some hands pulled me down, And swept me across the room To fulfill their needs, When I come to think about it now, I should have stomped their throats, When I had the chance, I should have fought,maybe I could have saved, Others and every one, If only I roared.
I had penned this in October,2013 and I posted it today. I don't quiet remember much but it did leave an impact on me..