Tormented tortured by a decision she never made
Blamed and shamed for her life blood on his hands,
Lost in a battle never there to be won
A theatre of war not even the engaged understands.
No public monument to reflect by
The service is present in its absent silencing shame,
No weeping red poppy, no Queen at at mass
No memorial day, no heroes, nothing, not even a name.
No memorial day to recall the sacrifice
The monument is shame, by it we weep,
No pubic services no ownership
Nothing we own, nothing to keep.
Invisible unwilling warriors
Heading out in to an unwelcome war,
Women saving women losing women
Women two murders a week and what for?
Male violence is our civilian battle
Still good fathers, still good men!
They murder the silent, murder the women
Not bad now, if not now, when?
A society filled with invisible loss and pain
Unwilling warriors go to war, silent against their will,
Those men will still be good men
We will remain counting dead women still.
Women don't' die once, they die twice.
@r2ph 17th January 2014
Dedicated to Lisa and all the women who we have lost & the woman who counts them.