Protest or March ?!

I wonder if their sons & daughters would ever march...  
Salute a nation that some say may have failed them.
Vulnerable to an inner battle when the borders of their forefathers arms tragically seized to protect them.  
A land mind. A suicide bomber. A bullet.... PTSD  
If they'd sit proudly reaching for a triangular folded flag  
While gazing at a purple heart  
Say goodbye to an empty casket  
Holding dog tags and squeezing the shit out of their mother's their hands to keep her from falling apart  
Fighting a war with tears
Breathing in the smell fresh turned soil risen 6 feet  
"This land is my land this land is your land  
From California to the New York islands."  
He was so proud to wear that uniform.  
I wonder  
If theyd be the first to make it back home  
yet mentally never leave the war they thought they left  
If they'd go back to avenge their father's death?  
Would they ever protest?  
or march?  
Into the deafening sounds of  
"Aallah!", "Infidel!" bullet ricochet, and screams  
"Pigs", "Murderers", sirens and bats hitting SQUAT shields & Marines  
Hating a country they say has failed them  
Home grown terrorist  
Gazing at pipe bombs,  
tearing at smoke bombs  
Rioting in the streets  
With no one sane to lead em'  
Would they Fight for freedom  
or fight for Dialo & Trayvon & Alton & Baton Rouge.  
For fathers and mothers and officers who wore the wrong uniform at a bad time  
In what use to be a good place  
On what side would you march?  
What side would you face ?  
~Nourish