Welcome to Victory
Welcome to a dusty checkpoint,
sprouted in some sun tortured Mesopotamian desert,
that was my tedious claim to fame
in this whole chaotic battle array;
watching over stragglers-
one strolls too close for comfort,
his pass revoked with lead.
I shot a man,
poor bastard, he did not know the word for stop,
now he's crying for his mother,
invoking Allah for the grace of martyrdom,
a bullet in his chest sprung the life force from its shelter.
I had come so far;
from two mighty towers crumbled,
to one blood stained patch of sand,
this is all I got for vengeance.
Welcome to my victory,
mission well and truly accomplished;
I made another mother don the mourning colors.
I kill you, then you kill me,
the solemn pact of war
and perfect equation