Victorious Pursuits

Feeble man with a finely pressed suit

With a black hand does he point and shoot

Across the seas shall we find new spoils of victory

Go forth young warriors

Be free of life’s mystery

We fight to protect what we must never forget

Be your home the rights you claim

Find death be honour of house and name

Fight with the precision of furious soul

Leave no man stranded on foreign soil

Ensure your weapon be so clean

Your boots have that mirrored sheen

Remember we must be the iron clock

Onward we march, ticking that never stop

The enemy like us has eyes that look

Holding a mirror to be rightfully mistook

Protect what we love

No matter the cost that be lost

No brother be our keeper if the sleep be forever

Take their bodies back to where love shall be buried

Do not mourn the love we keep in their stead