Sacked

In horned helmets and draped in fearsome skins, the Viking warriors berserk in the village. Our men with sickles fight to save their kin as blood runs the path, men rape and pillage. Our loved ones butchered and, oh the din, as sisters shackled are thrust in iron cages And so, the Saxon shore of England bore the hordes of Odin and the might of Thor. With the blood of children still on their hands we women were carried to their foreign shore to live as trells, slaves in that cold land amongst cattle and sheep we'd sleep on the floor our every breath at their Kings command no more to see our homeland, our green shore And so, by fjords we woman lived and bore children for Odin and the might of Thor. Poet: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Moment in Another Time