Cassandra spoke in riddles.
So the men would always say.
Her words were met with giggles,
By the Trojan men so gay.
So the impudent men would say,
Her “prophecies” were gibberish.
Oh those trojan men would slay,
In their wars of fucking rubbish.
Her prophecies were gibberish
Don’t kidnap Helen, Paris you bitch
Lest there be another war of rubbish.
But, she was discounted; called a silly witch.
Don’t take the Horse into the city, you bitches
Can’t you hear the soldiers clearly inside?
But like all women burned for being witches
She learned woman’s truth is less than man’s lies
Can’t you hear me she shouted loudly inside her mind,
But her words were met with more Trojan giggles.
Though a woman’s truth is less than man’s lies
A woman’s sword is just as sharp, Cassandra spoke in riddles