When the world turns weird though the sky stays sapphire
Fear finds its F-stop capturing crashing crystal.
Glass crunches underfoot sanctuaries no longer safe.
These are the times that try weary women’s souls.
Now every nation, even ours, shall tremble, tremble,
Awaiting wickedness, war and all the caustic casualties
Of hatred let off its long leash while we, the warrior women,
In mud up to our ears and angry struggle to stand up, shoulder to shoulder,
And face the fray—fearful but determined and diligent—
Knowing this is the uncommon hour our pasts have prepared us for.