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Plight of Virgins Left Behind
Isabelle5

We were born in the caves of our fathers,
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ancient warriors, fearless and strong,
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our brothers coming of age
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in games of siege but when
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the others came, with silver eyes
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and golden hair, they scattered,
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leaving us to hide out in the hills,
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waiting for rescue.
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When it was clear that only
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the strangers would come, we
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walked down to them together,
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laid willingly in our brothers blood,
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gave that which would have been
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ruthlessly taken.
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Beguiled by submission,
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they took us one by one as wives,
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swelling our bellies with life.
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We learned their language and their ways,
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rescued each other by falling in love.
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At last, our people returned,
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armed with courage and swords,
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fierce and thirsty for blood -
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fearful strangers we no longer knew.
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When our dead husbands lay
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stinking around us,
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our newborns were taken,
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our beautiful children with silver eyes
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and golden hair, cut to pieces
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on the stones of our fathers.
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Honor restored,
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they are shocked at our grief,
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but they never blame us,
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watching from a distance
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while we sing lullabies in foreign tongue,
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plait small bones into each other's hair.
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9 Sep 10

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One learns to love what one's got.  A well-written and thought provoking story.
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