Some Man, Some God, Some War

she is dried out like the desert
she is famished, all but vanished by design
and her hide out is her cactus heart
her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines
 
the sands of time repeating
she’s seen suffering before
her future takes a beating for
some man, some god, some war
 
she is minding her own business
steadfastly building castles of sand
when she is blinded by a raging son
who demolishes and calls it all his land
 
those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights
they can’t live without their virgins and whores
to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for
some man, some god, some war
 
we are sucking out the venom
of poisonous scorpions and snakes
we are bucking this ecosystem
til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes
 
oh, wondrous, thunderous women
together too loud to ignore
no more curtsies at the mercy of
some man, some God, some war