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.
Copyright © Sean Swain | Year Posted 2006
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