(i am an american, but this is all true. i hope you like metaphors)
As Angels cry over shallow graves,

we weap as only the pain remains.

Demons, they only love to play,

childish in wit, it's all only a game.

Those without souls find no solice,

falling into arms of only their likewise heartless.

Learning one day that wounds won't be mended,

scars are yet better, abraisons tended.

My tears fall for you,America long since gone,

now finding my life and heart are no longer alone.

Grieveing still, although long since buried,

In the graveyard, only sorrow rests married.

Unto those who have done wrong,

we forgive, like God at his humble throne.

World vengeance is but weakness showing,

for life has taught us what's really worth knowing.

To give that hate, is a true crime,

when Glory rests upon the mind.

You great soul above, my thanks I give,

no longer suffering and above all of this.

I would beg to only rest in peace,

if only to live upon heavens leash.

For I despise the devils cruel game,

never wishing to speak his merely harmless name.

Given true closure, Liberty's pain ceases,

as Justice prays to never rot in pieces.

She is gone with the wind, our America the great,

For she had fallen,... just a moment too late.