All clear

I see soldiers going to war,
I hear their Hummers hum.
Desperation makes me roar
But Uncle Sam is numb.
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me
Instead of going east!
Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!
Oil doesn’t make a feast!
You, my friend, you just don’t hear
What they’re doing there.
The sky above is no more clear –
Iraki sky’s a flare.
Shoot me! [...]