Hands tied in white ribbon <br />Pressed together, as in prayer <br />And perhaps it is <br />A cross hangs from those hands as well <br />Eyes are shut, face is calm <br />Though the fire burns <br />And a whip strikes down <br /> <br /> Same hands, ribbon red <br />Pressed together, as in begging <br />And it could be <br />The red ribbon is actually blood <br />Eyes wide with fear, face is pouring with glistening red <br />Though not many look, those who do just laugh <br />And ropes tie the already raw wrists <br /> <br />Still those hands, but the ribbon is blue <br />No longer pressed together, held out, as in giving <br />Maybe they are <br />But maybe not, nothing rests in those hands <br />Eyes are gentle, face is smiling <br />The world seems perfectly silent <br />And pain seems to have disappeared<br /><br />Fae Sebastian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hands-tied-in-white-ribbon/
