She dreamt of every spot on Earth with her feet upon it

Nearly every country her steps were placed

Saving cash for the final world state, she promised herself at the beginning that she wouldn’t quit

Approaching the ground off the plane, a beautiful sight, she faced

Final stamp on the small leather booklet printed

She wore a proud smile

A tall man, waving her over as her passport was what he hinted

Series of required questions asked. One after another, creating a pile

Bystanders listen in, craning their heads

Words slip through her mouth, leading her over aside by escorts

Her identity exposed, this country wants homosexuals dead

Once carried away by security, the only thing left was her bruised stamped passports.