No Woman Is A Country
There are many lies that men tell
their lovers before they go to war
There are many men who
have treated me like a conquest,
thinking they could love me into
submission with their rifles, roses
stuffed down the barrels
Hold your fire, gentlemen!
my body: a desert of white flags,
blood, broken hearts
streaming blue guts
Look at the ground, gentlemen!
It has not rained for months in here.
It is easy for men to die for their country,
but it is not so easy for them to love it.
If you find my picture in his uniform,
just burn it.