She came, she left, she returned
Bravely accepting doomsday from exile
Head high, freedom higher
Bathing in the blood of her family
Rekindling hatred amongst so called friends
Taking a chance, a chance that failed

From behind and with cowardly acceptance
Pulling a trigger seen only by HIS hand
Angry with nothing other than her mystique
Now dead amongst the dead
Chaos of politics marking a return to bloodshed
Making suicide his only option

A martyr, but not by choice
Predicting this very moment
Now just part of history that never ceases
Remembered in a way that made no sense
Heroine to some, traitor to others
Ending a life that gave so much