Mama Bear

What business do kids have in war?
Why dont more take on the chore
To shield young minds of our mess
Not enough care to address

A female soldier, men will doubt
Whispers of weakness were passed about
But in one act of ruthlessness
No quicker way was a rumor dismissed

In a flurry of blood and hair,
Not only foes, but friends watched in despair,
All we could do was stand and stare
Dont f*ck with mama bear