The Ghost Of Mata Hari

The ghost of Mati Hari whispers how

  The country she so loved shot her down.

Judging from the voice on the wind,

  She now seeks blood in the spirit of revenge.

She looked her accusers dead in their eyes,

  But neither left nor right would empathize--

And so the ghost of Mati Hari confesses now

  Of a soul so restless in its vow

For both satisfaction and atonement.

  For justification of that one moment

She looked her accusers dead in their eyes,

  But neither left nor right would empathize--

And as her soft flesh tumbled to the ground,

  And the blood of her own veins stained her gown,

The look upon her face vowed

  She would one day rise;

          And this time--

There will be no cross for her to bare;

  As it won't be woman's blood on the air--

But, at last, the blood of all these men

  Whose laws had falsely weighed her sin