I feel her pain and hope for more
Her silence echoes in satisfaction
There is no blood or Gore
amidst just as much unfiltered action

Rights are read once not twice
Eyes roll and chains twist
Parasitical men attach like lice
Words cloud eyes in rose colored mist

The swan strikes silently a thief tonight
Running free and wandering far
Obedience returns though, at first light
Alert to headlights on every car

And when she returns to dismay
And learns of tyranny and ruin
Shell still loves where she may
The cold air not just now blowing in