Girl Called Greta
You know the foundations are fragile
When teenagers are the greatest threat
To the regime you built on fear and lies
With conniving men and silent gods as allies
Your pride bruises as easily as a woman’s skin
You used your vested interests to define sin.
Let it be known to the ones who claim
To convey god’s sentences and teach girls shame:
There is but one thing worse than the wrath of God
That is a woman’s rage
It’s a hellfire that can’t be doused
Deadlier than the wars mortals wage.
Centuries of oppression unearthed by a spark
A brutal killing and now your empire’s falling apart,
Your loud commands subdued to nothing
By the shrill screams of clamoring teens
You, a wounded eagle cornered by a murder of crows
The gods go into hiding, the unrest grows.
The blood of feminine rage refuses to still
You adopt your real religion: to silence, to kill
You stoop low enough
To run lawnmowers over flower buds
Does your god consider it fair play:
A battle between grown men and teenage girls?
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