victory's tome

Where were you when the first bombs fell

Whom did you hold in your gaze

Did you see those buildings topple

Did you stand shocked and amazed

Do you believe our fight is just

Do you think the cause is true

Who are we truly fighting for

What are we willing to do

Men are faceless who fight the fight

The still sound of lives once saved

All of our wars ebb and flow

Still lives retreats behind the waves

Would you know the face of a threat

If he were to shake your hand

Are we now meant to genuflect

To the gods that rules our land

The voices that chides us for speaking

Lets derision guide us hence

They stand on their bully-pulpits

Foreswearing words of dissidence

We fight a faceless evil force

Whose façade is all to clear

A name attached bears no true worth

Lest the man belay the fear

Above the seas and foreign lands

Above the proud countrymen

Victory glides on gilded wings

As she does now, so did she then

The cry is war that now resounds

Through the streets and hearts of home

Victory looms like an eagle

And to Her this is my tome