Deviation Actions
We move on through sand and dust
I see rotted mounds and metal all rust
Pieces of them all strewn about
All of us, without a doubt
Knowing the end was not quick
Knowing a bullet feels not like a flick
Medicine and Guns are in short supply
All of us knowing the reason why:
Our enemy cuts us off from civilization
Alone in our little Nation
No help from the Coalition
Retreating not of our own volition
Forced to leave behind our homes and heritage
Defending our people becomes imperative
We have lost our families and broken our bones
While Americans sit safely in their homes
Jordan lost their pilot, America their pride
Britain’s youth swept away by the tide
Syria lost their power and their land
Iraqi bases and fortifications are all but manned
But still we tribesman fight on
To show what it means to know the Quran
All throughout our Middle-East
The enemy never stops, sleeps, or even feast
They hunger for more land and bodies to consume
Our dead they always exhume
Our women are forced fight
For they must show their might
For our little Kurdistan, grab your gun!
Come on Comrades, we’ve nearly won!
~ With Solidarity, Tovarishch Z-man