Crime Scene

I saw them violate a friend
As I drove to work today
She used to greet me every morn
As I went on my way

Her greeting was so bright and fine
A smile would quickly spring
Unto my lips, and in my heart
My soul, indeed, would sing

For garb she dressed in greens and browns
With flowers in her hair
Her age in majesty she wore
Her countenance was fair

She lives behind the firehouse
Protecting it from harm
I saw her lying, broken, gored
Bereft of every charm

A cry escaped my trembling lips
"How could they do this thing?"
A friend she was to bird and beast
And all that's live and green

Her master had pronounced her doom
And hired him a crew
To strip her bare and scar her face
Before the public view

He pimped her like a prostitute
And used her like a slave
He stripped her of her dignity
And of the joy she gave

I'll miss her greeting every morn
Though I'll remember still
How her beauty spoke to me
That flowered, wooded hill