Activists + >
by CK Moore
You see the fear in my eyes,
as you cut open my neck.
I can't hide, I am scared, I am going to die.
Is there anyone who can help me escape?
It's to late, Darkness comes.
They are wearing black, I can hear them coming.
They cut my chain, not my flesh.
We run into the night, I am free.
They give me life.
Far away from terror, Freed by terrorists.