The blood was splattered on the wall of the small wooden frame house,
A woman held a soldier in her arms on the floor with blood on her blouse.
Moments earlier she had been held hostage by coward rebels that hid,
In innocent homes of people with family values paying for what they did.
Ammunition laid on the concert floor with the killers weapon in his hands,
He was the one that had raped her earlier after not getting his demands.
Her screams had alerted advancing soldiers that were in search of ememy,
The same ones that had torched her family that included so many.
A brave soldier gave his life to defend her from all of the horrible abuse,
His last words to her were soft as he told her the coward had no real excuse.
A few yards away was the enemy lying dead with a knife on his back,
His death was not the only one that day as the morals of war were attacked.
Grenades, a machine gun, and a rocket launcher had gone silent for a while,
Tears for the abuse committed to her family were plenty without a smile.
She had saved many good man of war that were wanting to bring peace,
An unnoticable hero of a woman with a simple knife had brought a cease.