My Plight

I stand for the testimony of my Life.

I am nothing more than filled with strife.

A survivor of the whip,

intolerance and the Sith.

My adversaries declare the wrongs.

While versing all that are not strong.

Within your soul, find your right,

for you will fall, if you don't fight.

Shock of words, spoken deep.

Will often fill you with what will creep.

Look away and you shall say,

no more, no less on a given day.

I have a friend in Worlds play.

Dark and dreary is our way.

He does not know of my exist,

disappointment therefore cannot come hist.

Free from guilt, I go the built.

To Stone Henge, where its on the tilt.

The day is near, to keep it pure,

so sing the song of Quilt.

A county not, to save the spot,

of English and the like.

For I did have, at ages...; Plot!

a lot for all that try.

Do you turn? Close the burn?

Or can you see the sight?

I am alone, in one fell fight,

for choice will set my plight.

Karen A. Placek