Her Hair
He held her hair
Her long blonde hair
That shone in the sun
Hair that will
Never again
Be combed
brushed braided
by her mother’s hands
He held her hair
While she twisted away
And tried to escape
He held her hair
As her innocent eyes
Rolled wide with terror
He held her hair
He drew his second gun
He held her hair
pulled the trigger
He held her hair
Her long blonde hair
That shone in the sun
to serve his god.
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