And the deep bass roar of mortar set free

The gasp sucked from earth by shells vibrant boom

Steely sight drawn to the shattered life womb

Where the figure clings to the fissured depths

Deafened and frightened at this brush with death

The image of Cousins caught up in the pain

Of Tower collapse and fear in the flame

As Frame change from City to Desert enact

And Regiment moves to the brother's pact

With staccato stutter of L M G

And the deep bass roar of mortar set free

There in the earth, on the shattered ground

Vibration stopped to mortars last round

A bundle of rags lies sombre and still

Just a gentle breeze moving a tattered frill

And there in red rags lies the pitiful sight

Of a proud man who stood and commanded with might

Just moments ago this Wild Desert Hawk

Had re-pledged his life to the Mullahs talk

Had seen, in his heart, his people so broken

Begging for food from any heart open

Now in Victor the shame at revenge thus taken