Stolen the Poem

Pearce you pierced my heart

With every turning page

Of a girl locked up in a cage

For thought of being some common tart.

A child's breath taken,

Trust that was mistaken.

Believing in people who worship God

Felt nothing but the rod.

I do not like that little bit.

For I myself have faith.

Yet, there are those people of the pit

The fact is no one is really safe.