America, Our Country
A poem of liberty, freedom and the undeniable pursuit of happiness for all
Our country tears are thee Where many loose their liberty Of thee many moans and becry Land where our families are killed Land where many are void of pride From every corner many mourn Denial of their freedom they sing
Our native American country of thee, Land of the noble free, many denied to be Thy name we love, unequally. We are the rocks and rills, We built it all with wood and templed hills; Our hearts torn for hope and no rapture fills Killing us up and down for thrills.
While our music swell the breeze, Our pain from murder, we cannot ease Less Sweet freedom escapes our mortal bodies you take, I lay and cry awake
The pleasure in killing you partake while our hearts silently break, The respect for life not prolong.
We pray to God for Thee, Your prejudice and pain to cease, Then we sing, let freedom ring Then we sing our land to be bright With freedom for all a holy right Protection for all is a God given right
With your racism, hatred get out of the way Your pain you inflict on others path and day Get out of the way, let freedom from all Thank God almighty, all heed his call Then we sing, my Country tis of thee This land of liberty, in God we see!
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