The Bleeding of the Lamb

In the land of guarantee: United States,
Where men are free.
They spend their time
Without a care.
They’re ignorant
And unaware.
They do their job and never ask
Who made them do their cruel task?
I don’t support their wicked song
The suffering on farms is wrong.
But that is them, and this is me.
And although we may disagree,
I will not say their worth is poor
Because I’m not entirely sure
If what I think, is truth indeed,
For truth is merely facts, agreed
Upon by many minds,
Who dictate rules for our mankind.