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She knows the suffering of war too well.
The blast of bombs she managed to survive
And safety reach, and so her story tell.
Thank Providence that she escaped alive
And for her work – untiring does she strive
To free those whom the powerful ignore;
Those whom the evil legions would deprive
Of life, by their relentless holy war.
Her eyes have witnessed killing, seen the gore.
She bears the scars of wounds inflicted there.
Reminders of that day when shrapnel tore
Her flesh, but still her enemies she’d dare
To stop her, as she seeks to spread the light:
Tell all who value freedom – they must fight.