I Hear America Crying

I hear America crying, the taste of bitter tears on her cheek,
as her sons and daughters are dying in a war half-way across the world.
i hear americas families sobbing, working class and privilaged,
mothers and fathers, wives and husbangs, swallowing their grief as taps is
played, then played again, and again, and again.
i yearn to comfort them but i know there is nothing that can be said.
i see americas bravery, her sons and daughters, of all colors and faiths
through her soldiers proud sacrifice in their second tour, then their third, now their fourth...
i wonder where is the bravery to stop this mindless violence?
i sence america wondering"will this nightmare ever end?"