she protests as the wind wraps around her wrinkly waves of clothes
the men in the black structured hats and the black slacks try to hold her back
she goes back to the rally for she and everyone knows
that nobody can hold her back.. no not the things in black
she chains her wrist to the tree and will never go down without a bloodless fight
the evil things could carry her away while she screams 'lets make peace'
she has the enemies saying 'imagine if this girl is right.
we could make nice and the pointless deaths would cease'
now her story and smiling worn face is on every biased conglomerated news station
and she smiles knowing she extinguished the flames of an angry nation