The Girl in the Green Dress

The Girl in the Green Dress

The girl in the green dress has seen atrocity
She has seen man in all it’s brutal glory
Seen the composition of loved one’s body parts scattered
She has seen the family that once was, turned into stone

The girl in the green dress has heard blasphemy 
When the bomb explodes and those of her faith whispers a prayer
In the moment her voice cracks as she screams out mankind’s folly 
She has heard the cries of her loved one’s dying at her feet

The girl in the green dress has felt hegemony 
From the radicals that swarm the streets like a brazen plague
Scurrying like sewer rats their head garb billowing in the wind
She has felt their hatred gazing upon her people’s temple

The girl in the green dress has witnessed dichotomy 
Between those who harbor to push…their teachings in a hand grenade
To anoint bullets to rip through her mother’s flesh
She has felt her kin’s blood run down her green dress

The girl in the green dress has seen infirmity 
In the middle-eastern lands where a camera man has captured her
A prisoner to the lens, in all of her innocent splendor
Accosted by humanity’s blood lust and zealous fervor 

The girl in the green dress dances in the street
Screaming…
Screaming…
Screaming…

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012