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Compassion's Minister - Margareth Hassan
They poured a water bucket out upon her head,
For in her fright and horror she lost consciousness,
She fainted, - she passed out in fright and dread
Before the butcher knife of hatred bottomless.
But hatred’s vipers did deny oblivion,
And brought her senses back with water icy cold,
Roused up the fainted who lay beat and prone
To taste her agony increased a hundred fold.
To make her squirm before the thugs of infamy,
Beg for her life, and plead,. beseech and supplicate,
A spectacle grotesque,-- barbarity
And mercy’s angel in the hands of boundless hate.
“Save me!”-“Save me!“ -she cries,- “please save me, spare my life!”
She begs on tape that Al Jezeera finds too grim,
To air her dread before the henchmen’s butcher knife,
Yet let her drink the cup of terror to the brim.
It does disturb the mind to long expatiate,
On suffering inflicted by barbaric foes,
The dread experienced by captive Margaret,
The Lord did undergo it and well knows. .
Lord! let the fiendish hands be numbed and paralyzed,
The hands of murder thugs , their kingpins and valet
Remembering the agony of Jesus Christ
That does experience your servant Margaret.
Earth sucked up droplets sweet of bloody sweat,
When Christ, the Savior in the garden agonized,
And tasted dread of death as now does Margaret
Compassion’s Minister, who shares her dread with Christ.
