Nancy L. Meek

YA GOTTA HAND IT TO OUR HOT FEMALE SOLDIERS

Beneath her helmet, her boots and her vest,
her name glaring outward atop her chest,
her pockets packed with the tools she’ll need,
should the order come down to do some deed
for freedom, for peace and mom’s apple pie,
and also for those confused over, “Why?”
our own flesh and blood would kill to win,
despite the fact that some deem it a sin.
She’s driven onward toward every task
placed before her, as she dons the mask
of the carnal warrior, confronting pure hell
before she’d let freedom go down the well;
for across the great oceans in some foreign land
there are too many fools who don’t understand
she’d much prefer death over running away
or forced to wear burkhas, and not having a say;
so fight them she will, with all that she’s got,
‘cause she’ll wear what she wants. Like it or not!
So, give her sweet liberty… or give her vile death!
Hmmm… Would ya like some fries with that last breath?