“Ghosts Who Cheer Our Failure”
(final cut – every line sharpened, meter locked, rhymes lethal)
Verse 1
They marched into his hands, boots on burning sand,
Flags snapping like thunder, orders no one understands.
A rag on a hill, a shadow’s baited breath—
They turned a desert whisper into twenty years of death.
The trap was set in silence, yet they charged it like a drum,
Now a dead man’s ghost is laughing at the fools we have become.
Chorus
His ghost would cheer our failure, raise a glass to every break,
Every blind and reckless gamble, every leader’s fatal mistake.
He’d grin at fractured nations, at the borders coming loose—
Not because he beat us, but we cut our own damn noose.
Verse 2
They swore the cause was righteous, swore the war would be precise,
Truth got buried deeper than the bodies and the price.
Contractors cashed the blood checks, politicians took the bows,
While the ones who did the dying count the cost alone right now.
Now the cities crack like ice, integration turned to rust—
His ghost just watches, smiling, as we choke on our own dust.
Chorus
Yeah, his ghost would cheer our failure, toast the fire we keep stoking,
Neighborhoods in barricades, the promises we’re breaking.
He’d whisper, “Keep on dancing, you’re perfect on your own—
Your chaos is my triumph, your collapse my cornerstone.”
Bridge (half-time, venomous)
No one speaks the real names, no one counts the true cost,
No one admits the soldiers who came home already lost.
No one calls the generals who ran into the blade—
Or how a dead man’s strategy is the future that we made.
Final Chorus (full roar)
His ghost would cheer our failure, laugh until the heavens crack,
At the giant brought down softly by the knife that’s in its back.
He never had to fire again, just waited while we bled—
We lost the war the day we let his vision in our head.
Outro (cold, quiet, last nail)
We lost before the first bomb fell, we lost in pride and lies—
And the ghost of Bin Laden cheers
Every time the West dies.
