You you forsake your name
A shield propped by scarecrow
Blistering hot winds
Propelled by your own lungs.
Hail, hail the scorched hero
Self-assured and smoldering
Proclaims unscarred victory
As he stands proud among ruins.
What such unblemished record
Constructs this effigy of man?
What innocent or advocate
Suffers next by his hand?