THE BLOOD OF HUMANS

As you run a scalpel,
and cut open my skin;
Do you see the blood of my nation,
or just a fluid that's plainly colored red?

Upon the 2 inch incision that you draw upon my chest cavity,
Do you see the flag of my country
or a heart pulsating for the dying sanity?

When I rest upon the operation table,
With bullets within my body,
Do you see me as a civilian, a fighter or just a Human with unparallel agony?

When you stitch me back,
piece by piece,
Do you feel that I bled for a different country?

(In Content Picture Credits: Vice.com)