I love my country, for it will greatness be;
Though my people, don’t much shed love for me.
See I am a soldier, a guard I am for thee;
My people see me, but not way I want to be.
I fight on foreign lands, I fight and die;
Whilst the people of my nation don’t know why.
Politicians and the famous, front page you will receive;
Whereas my greater sacrifice, is left under the sea.
My dearest friend, he did die today;
For my nation’s people and the American Way.
But forgotten he shall be, a mere name on a wall;
Whilst the politicians and famous get it all.
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