I don’t know if justice will ever be served,
In a land whose history leaves me unnerved,
Fables and history alike,
weaken the daughter with every word and praise the son as a knight.
Justice shall not be showered,
On this land of corrupt higher power,
That cast away Medusa and Maleficent as monsters.
I want snakes on my head and gaze that turns the profane into stone,
The gift from mother Athena to a withering daughter,
Was tainted as an unjust punishment for Poseidon’s slaughter,
I too, would have vowed to slay the one who took my wings away,
I would make him suffer enormously till helpless in front of me he lay.
So I kick these twisted versions that color hideous the one who falls prey,
And if monstrosity is what it takes to protect my soul,
trust me, I’m not afraid to slay.