Once there was a female warrior, fair yet strong,
That sailed far from home, across the treacherous seas,
To test her skills and redefine herself, while singing:
“I shall honour you all by fighting bravely for my country!”
She sacrificed much, and suffered much,
But shamefully from her country received little.
Her body, her dignity, her spirit, her glory,
Were but things that her country deemed expendable.
The final insult, which would forever be reprehensible,
Was her country declaring that she had died by her own hand,
When it was obvious to all those who loved her and knew her
That she, courageously, had fought to her death.
Her life was a small price to pay to let boys be boys,
Especially when such crimes were believed to be inevitable.
Little upon her sacrifice did her country reflect,
Leaving her loved ones to live a life that was unlivable.
So on her behalf, her loved ones, with her words on their breath,
Sang:“For my country to honour me is my only request.”
But alas! most disgracefully, her request was denied,
Abandoning her loved ones to sing her battle hymn alone,
And to make right this unspeakable case of theft.
So where do the monsters go that are left free to roam?
Monsters that have, for life, such a lacking respect?
They come home... They come home...
Anonymously, they come home,
To prey upon those they were sent to protect.