So-tired, she slept standing up on the bridge of signs

Death fell faint and disappeared still alive

Into the guts of this ISIS sniper

Who follows his actions with bloody word-sighs.

Tiny hidden exhalations, bubbles which speak volumes

Disguised as a fashion for these young soldiers of Allah.

The Kurdish women step  up on the shoulders of these sister-giants

Those who scrolled cave paintings of the Mesopotamian sun

Yezedi women enslaved and starved by this scum of the earth

Jihadi bride wanting the Yezedi slave-girl beheaded for stealing food

The prophets of the rising sun, the women's protection units,

Descend into a a Jihadi town by a lake where they free the enslaved children

Let them again  take on the beautiful mantle of the rising sun

Sun temples exist, rebuilt after the caliphate of the mind was made to 

Stop crucifying Christians, stop stirring the living flame of burning Yezedis,

The Yezedis - daughters of the sun, sons of the angelic light - 

Men look deep and long to sing the songs of these all-female protection units.