Where Are Your Accusers
Where are you're accusers?
I looked around
"There's no one left,
just stones upon the ground
They turned away
and left me, one by one."
He took my hand and smiled,
"Your freedom's won!"
That's how I feel right now,
if truth be told
The moral of this story
shines like gold
I think of those who meant
to cause me pain
they wrote the words
that brought the tears like rain
And though they bowed me low,
I did not break
the test of time I stood
My pride at stake
Where are your accusers?
I look around
there is no trace of them
there's not a sound
and time bears witness
to this age old creed:
"Accusers must disperse...
accused be freed!
Eileen Manassian
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