War on Her

The conquest comes complete
While what roving bands beat
The attack of all mind
The attack of all kind
On the body ravaged
On the victim savaged
To equip armed assaults
With the weapon that stalks.

The female target takes
The aims from suspect aches
When the war advances where
When the weapon does dare
To achieve a pleasure
From acquiring treasure
That groups gang to grope
Tortured women of hope.

Pretending the passion
Fights for the false fashion
On abjectly owed pieces
That victory’s vice leases
The wont weapon from those
Of choice chaste who arose
To fall forever maimed
By such costs the gross gained.

The weapon’s wrath would leave
Littered humans believed
To have suffered so much
They grasp little to touch
Their strewn souls in its wake
Left to search where to stake
Their damaged lives left damned
To survive its demands.

RVM (9/09/10)