"A BLEEDING NATION"

Shallowed, my dreams float,
Away like roses in the water sway
I stretch to touch the better past
Than watch my dreams wither away

Why? Oh, mother nation
Have you this torture nurture
And watch your toddlers crawl in pain
Than gently, their lives, moisture.

Let me, in this bleeding present roll
If hope, ye none for a clotted future spell.