My Death

They rip and claw at my flesh.
Their nails digging in,
I refuse to accept this.
This will not be my fate.

They will not take me
As my husband did.
Though they will take me
As they ripped him from life.

I will not allow this,
I will fight.
They demand my tears
But I will not cry.

I will not scream,
Though this has become my fate.
They break inside
Ripping and tearing me to pieces.

I will not scream or cry.
They will get no such pleasure from me.
Until ... a knife ... dragging up my arms
I cannot handle this. I scream. I cry.

This is my fate.
This is the price of pride.
This is the price of my home,
My family.

I beg the gods for the end
I am ready for death.
I want to join my husband.
I want to leave this place.

Hours pass, I am still here.
I beg and plead with Mother,
The men enjoy my body.
I can no longer feel their pushing.

We are nearing the end,
Their torture is becoming sloppy.
They have tired, and will end it soon.
Soon I will rejoin my family.

As he slits my throat
One thought enters my mind.
My husbands voice;
"The British are coming."