It is sweet and right to die for your country.

It is sweet like sticky licky sugar sutured
to a sensation stationed around the nation
ovation with pride-lied motivation
manipulation and calculation
caused creation capillary palpitation
panicked manic malformation
from passion patient passed down
pupil people pleasure pervasion.

And it is right like tight sight tingles
tortured and masculated
children of men of Americanization.
Spreading Jesus please-us
proper people pasted with propaganda
going candid for camera
captured malice masqueraded
multimedia proclamation

explore the televised sensation
of power pandered mobilization
with goal grabbed gates guarding
enemy sterilization
substituting simplistic existence
of listless persistence
and melodic harmony happy
home sweet home is nationalization.

For death is dually dosed
in double dozen batches
wielding matches meeting matches
paired by continental cut-off
click clack clashes
bloody bodied crashes
caused by red, white, beautiful
band brimming sashes

and blood bathed boys
brought up basting and tasting
violent silent dried-eyed lashes
awaiting thrashes from teachers
teaching tasteless tortured mashes
of heroic stoic seasoned soldiers
in liberty-clad mustaches.

Their heads filled and thrilled
by chilling killing folklore
of heroes heeding heaven
hasteless holding,
glory gained and gory
but rewards far worth the cash list.

And this their aspiration
a destination of gratification
with flags of silver star-striped saviors
to coat the fatal laceration.

And their hearts are worth the sacrifice.
The freedom come is twice as nice.
They'll fill the ground in one, two, thrice
for this is what they live for.