See How Grows the Green, Green Grass

See how grows the green, green grass where we wave our stars and stripes. And some still question our intent to bring that dark-skinned Muslim boy freedom and American sneakers. What rolling hills and shady trees our dropping bombs shall make. See how sunny the blue, blue skies where we wave our stars and stripes. While some yet mock out prosthetic limbs underneath American sneakers. What lovely schools and spacious homes our rolling tanks shall bring See how flow the clear, clear streams where we wave our stars and stripes. And who can doubt our selflessness, our open hands on rifles pointed, our widening smiles and fair market prices. What arable land and lovely yards their flowing blood does feed. See how grows the green, green grass where we wave our stars and stripes.