America

She said to me give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

Bring them unto this new shore

Into the land stolen for you and me

You and me, or is it just I

To the straight White man under the western sky

Give me your immigrants, and all those who’re tired

And the rich will make sure that they never get hired

And give me your poor, those who live meal to meal

And I’ll rename them as those who will steal

Make me an empire as tall as the sky 

And go clip the wings of birds who wish to fly

And I’ll take your addicts, I’ll take your depressed

Then I’ll call them mad, it’s all part of the test

To follow the rules of natural selection

It’s true under God we are only one nation

Give me your children, we take them all young

We teach them to lie and then swallow their tongue

You promised us a chicken in every pot

But look where we are, and look what we’ve got

And look where we’ve been, and look what we’ve lost

And look how we’ve changed, and see what’s the cost

Of all the Black bodies and blood that’ve been spilled

Listen to the voices of those who’ve been killed

Upon the plague that was brought to this land

To clear out the natives for the white man

Give me your leaders, called democracy

I’ll show you billionaires, hearts full of greed

You showed me a paper called the Constitution

I laugh and in return show my resolution

I’ll take all those afraid, destitute, and mad

Then slit their throats, say that they are all bad

We cut all the money, and healthcare of course

‘Cause money is happiness, money’s the source

To line the pockets of old, rich, white men

Who smile at their wives, at all others, and then

Who violate their women, who steal from the poor

This is freedom, of that I am sure

Of mothers and children

Of husbands and wives

Of children in tents who stare up at the sky

We fund other nations, we pay for their war

It’s only those whom we dislike, we ignore

Our citizens, all of them equal on paper

Are divvied up and then returned to their maker

We silence all those with whom we disagree

We murder the artists, we hide the debris

We rephrase the wording to suit our own plans

In our clean, pressed, suits, with our head in our hands

This is the hill upon which I will stand

I could go on for hours, go ahead, question me

Stand under the thumb of a quote, honest man

Welcome come to America, land of the free