Oh how admire the young woman, I write of in my little tribute. A song from Bob Dylan’s Infidels, could quite easily have been about her. The song I refer to, is of course Licence to Kill, follows a brief extract.

“Well he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool, and when he sees his reflection he’s fulfilled. Now man is opposed to fair play, he wants it all and he wants it his way. But there’s a woman on my block, sitting there in a cold chill, she says who’s gonna take away his licence to kill..

Young Lady.

Oh young Lady, you’re my hero,

For spelling out the truth.

It’s such a rotten shame,

It’s costing you your youth.

I feel guilt in asking you,

To carry on the fight.

So many people in this world,

It just doesn’t feel quite right.

Your belief so strong, against a world gone wrong,

The sacrifice your making unprecedented.

One day I know, if we make it through.

Your name in rock will be cemented.

You do so much, I do a little,

Let’s just hope we make things better,

I’m just in awe of the work you do,

Our lovely brilliant Greta.

Meadowhead Bard.