Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…
Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.
Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,
While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.
All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.
The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.
Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.
From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods
Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense
For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.