Locked up, all alone, surrounded
by darkness in forlorn drapes
and disguises where they keep
muttering voices in her head.
She knew she was right,
there must be something wrong with them.
How could they imprison her?
No, no, no, it's them who have done her wrong.
Truly, she has nothing to atone to,
whatever must be held for?
No, no, no, it wasn't her fault.
She tried to scream, she tried to run,
but they gagged her mouth,
they heard her throat in their palms,
as one of the white-haired beasts
stuck his tongue down her throat.
How could anyone expect her to scream,
when she her eyes met those women
who hid behind the drawer chests,
ashes and coals all over their faces,
surely, no one must think it's her fault.
No, no, no, why is she the only one here.
She tried to stand up, she tried real hard,
but truly there was nothing she could do,
when there was more than one
of those white-haired beasts,
and they had guns, and they towered over her,
while she and her bound feet
barely reached their chests.
No, no, no she can't be thrown into a room
surrounded by all white with no sounds or lights,
not when it's not her fault.
No, no, no.
She tried.
