She hated us,
our anarchy of war,
she warned us,
wanted us to know still,
gave her life for us,
for that warning,
gave her blood,
that we took,
wonder if she knew her fate,
we didn’t believe her,
killed her and spat at her face,
called her a liar, a freak.
And now they’re pounding at our doors,
soldiers stand slick with sweat at each wall,
unprepared,
and her body’s lying on that stone floor still,
warned us,
sacrificed herself for us,
lying on the floor,
covered in blood,
they’re pounding on the door.
