Kidnapped

Curled up on the floor like a child;

Almost blinded by the single

Light strung from the rafters above;

Someone make the pain go away.

Today is Hell – not a good day –

A shortage of peace – inner love;

Kept apart we do not mingle –

It keeps us feral – almost wild.

Ambushed and kidnapped – all alone –

At least our sins we can atone;

Why is it I feel sympathy

For the captors – some empathy;

Their cause is just I recognise –

Why should I see this through their eyes?