Jessica,
Our new found,
Beautiful, golden girl,
America's heroine.

Wounded when ambushed,
In the face of battle,
In dark fields,
Of despair.

Taken prisoner, mistreated,
Rescued, by our elite,
In the cover of silent darkness.

Returned to our lines,
To mend her suffered wounds,
Prepared her family, to see her,
In due time.

Recovering, she was turned over,
To her family,
Flown state side,
Homeward bound.

Anchor reporters,
With deceitful smile,
Tell the world,
Of already in the making.

Book and movie deals,
By "Dove soaked"
Hollywood,
Anti war moguls.

How fast,
They can smell a buck,
How fast they are ready,
To Corrupt The Innocent.

While on her lawn,
Camped, are vultures,
From every deviant media,
Known.

Waiting, for her timely arrival,
Hands itching,
To thrust a mike,
Into her unsuspecting face,
Making her, at home,
Feel, so out of place.

By william Bonill
4/12/03