Her father rebuked her <br />She was not a son <br />Her mother accused her <br />For deeds undone <br /> <br />Yet she was loved and raised <br />With proud education <br />Oh what a waste <br />Of a heart and brain! <br /> <br />With her neck on the block <br />She was down on her knees <br />The axe went 'chop! ' <br />Her existence ceased <br /> <br />In the flower of her youth <br />She was only sixteen <br />So beautiful, so wise <br />And innocent she'd been <br /> <br />She didn't want the crown <br />So full of integrity <br />But it brought her down <br />Damned with pity <br /> <br />With her head on the block <br />Her emotions seized <br />The axe went 'Chop! ' <br />Blood flowed like a breeze <br /> <br />Oh what a waste <br />Of love and affection <br />Just so the Queen <br />Would have satisfaction <br /> <br />She put her head on the block <br />Prayed on her knees <br />Then the axe went chop <br />And her spirit was freed<br /><br />Maggie Jacob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-jane-grey/
