A prisoner of yours

A wild girl suffering every hour
Lonely a head full of tears
Caged up with resentment
Of course and many fears
Remembering the hunters
The hounds their rasping calls
The horses and the squirrel men
And now more of you, fools
Who want a bloody stole
To wear upon their straggly neck
Who exist without a soul
Keeping us in check

I will die here
Rotting in my woe
And my head with my old dead eyes
Will be watching