"Fallen" by Eloise Banting

Fallen

They called me a devil for my lace -

With horrors and names they were calling.

They called me the ugliest disgrace -

For I am among the fallen.

Pictures and portraits so rotten -

Caricatures of a clown.

And they said I would soon be forgotten -

Forcing me 6-feet underground.

Don’t they see my heart so pure?

My soul of the Universe’s vastness?

And every heartache ill I can cure -

But I am the one so classless.

But they need a figure -

To ease the evils of the world.

For they blame the seekers -

And they say I raise Hell on Earth.

Yet the ones who say so -

Are the ones who ignore -

The ones who need saving -

And forget what we’re here for.

The liar and the thief -

You say they are Satan too -

Who stole money for a friend -

When the devil is in you.

Because the devil is in you.

Not in the survivor -
Not in the sweet soul of the survivor.