"next to of course god america i" by e.e. cummings - I'm Gonna Die!

This poem kills me! But, in a good way! I'm going to hug this poem until I get it! I don't quite understand the point of the poem. Is it to discourage against those "who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter?" Or is it to encourage speed talking. I see contrast in the "talk of beauty" and "the roaring slaughter." I see paradox in "the voice of liberty be mute?' But I don't see the connection in the poem. I hope to shake it to pieces so I can get to the truth at the bottom. I have spoken. Now I'm going to eat some ice cream. Those past two sentences seem pointless, but they reflect the last two "sentences" in the poem. Seemingly pointless, but with a delicious truth behind them. I just have yet to taste that delicious significance.