Exsanguination

America, my promised land, I see you in a puddle of blood, you do not understand, your people sit and huddle. You turn a blinded eye to all no matter that they cry. Another soldier takes the fall a patriotic guy! His mother gets an interview, perhaps some notes in green, so, Uncle Sam, what's it to you, are you that cold and mean? So generous your people are no equal on this earth, they worry and they travel far, meanwhile, another birth brings joy to all the family but years will not erase your strange obsession to be free as the new Master Race. I love you all, Americans and pray to keep you well. I'd rather you be Larrikins than send your boys to Hell.