The debris of history

That night, she was so nervous, anxious and sad                         

       
She opened the bottle and gulped the liquid 
Then , she just started to talk gebbrish
Her voice began to quaver
Is she a quarry?
Why are they blaming her?
For which wrongs are they judging her?
For which crimes are they trying her?
Is she at fault?
She asked whether her contract is going to be renewed 
An ominous silence is all what she got 
Their discourse is nothing but lies
It has nothing new and is full of political prattle and clichés.

She was shivering, trembling, and shaking 
Is she agonizing?
Is she dying?