Delusions of Grandeur
He lays flat, stunned for a long minute.
No longer able to respond with the usual
indiscriminate blanket of bullets.
Now his world is grit and gruel.
The same spit he has subjected
the rest of the milieu to has befallen
his eyes, limbs, father, mother.
Blinded by an enemy, he can finally see
the consequences of his dreams.
Nintendo war games, cops and robbers,
cowboys and Indians, good and evil,
paintball, Army, Stryker, Commander,
slaughter in Falluja, now triple amputee.
At least he helped set the world free.
He’ll send his son into the same battle.
Believing he too will be a hero,
he too will slay the dragons of antiquities,
conquer the Greek Roman gods.
He too will spread the ass cheeks
of the slaves in Abu Ghraib, for the future!
And this colossal act will make him proud.
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