No Gold Stars for Nationalism

Catastrophe!
Now all my happiest memories
Bear distance resemblance
To a nations spent shell casings to me
It's so obscene
With guns, germs, and steel we march faithfully into war
Until this one becomes abandoned
Like those on drugs and poverty before
Two men do not make a world
If it's for us all, where's the support?
Let's call a spade imperialism
We're off focus. I bet if I had a gun
And a bullet for every kid I knew around here
Whose parents haven't spoken in years
I could fight these wars myself
Procure oil myself
Given half chance by myself
To produce results in foreign lands
I could connect pipelines by myself
Establish satellites by myself