America

Hey all! This was a short story that I wrote for fun when I was 15. I dunno where this came from but I was half asleep one day and the idea came to me. I hope you enjoy it.
 

America

                             

I saw before me a valley of slain children, their bodies broken and crushed, blood pooling around them. Above me the sky was red with dark billowing clouds rolling in. Ahead of me the figure of a woman stood rubbing her hands together. Her dress was white but drenched in blood, her hair beautiful but wild and unruly. Her eyes entrancing but filled with tears. As I approached, this banshee woman raised her head to me and cried, “Where do you go hardened warrior? Can you not see the path you walk is full of my slain children? Depart and leave them in peace.”

I must rejoin my men! I said to her removing my cap. A fresh torrent of tears streamed from her eyes as she spoke again. “They will join this bloody field soon enough.” Then with a terrible cry she began to scrub her hands with a new effort. I asked her, how did this happen? She again looked up at me and answered. “My children fought against one another. Brother against brother, sister against sister. They screamed for me to take a side. I could not!” With this she wailed all the louder. “My children, why have you broken my heart? Look now, oh soldier, turn and see my children’s destruction.” As I turned again to look around me I saw that there no longer lay children, but men dressed in either blue or gray. Around them cannon roars and screams echoed through the netherworld.

“Look!” the woman yelled. I turned to her and saw that fresh blood dripped from her hands. “They wage their war still. I cannot clean the blood from my hands! It has soaked too deep within me!”

Who are you? I asked

“I am freedom,” she said. “I am majesty, I am splendor, I am America!”

Then I awoke.