The bitter wind cuts through the night As they lead her to the fight Her hands are bound, her eyes are dim She cannot feel the cold within The scaffold stands, a frozen frame A stage for death and endless shame She hears the crowd, a distant cry As she prepares to say goodbye She thinks of home, and all she loved Of fireplaces and skies above She thinks of all the things she'd change But now it's too late, too late to arrange The noose is tight, her heart is cold The trapdoor opens, with a bitter scold She falls into the snowy ground Her death without a single sound Her body swings, in the white of night A grim reminder of the execution site The snow will fall, and cover all But in memory, her death will befall Winter's winds will blow so fierce And the execution site will disappear But the memory of injustice and loss Will stay with us at any cost. #womanlifefreedom #winterwonderland #winteeseason #stopexecutioniniran (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnTM3PuLWhHl9rZkmfaO6RaqOLPRTJdcUAEtMY0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
