The Land o’ the Free

This is not America Not the one I knew; We welcomed the poor and weak Gave them chances anew.
Now they try to change it all Under the facade of patriotism; To deny rights they have the gall This is nothing but racism.
I lend you my hand The persecuted; I lend you my ears The alienated. I lend you my heart The forlorn; For I am Columbia — The refuge of the worn.
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