We feel that racism and sexism and class seperation
That these are desecrations
And we feel that the american flag does not represent
Integrity, honor, justice or truth

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of poverty
For thee I weep
Land where my mother cried
Land where my father died
Sweet land of genocide
Pride of my heart

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of industry
We'll break your back
Clean out your minerals
Fill you with chemicals
We kill for what is profitable
Oh concrete world

Our climate's suffering
All nature feels the sting
Poisoned progress
All of these mouths to feed
All of this land to seed
From sea to shining sea
Gold underground
Our people left to die
Battlefield country-side
Paved-over graves
Suburban privileges make desolate villages
Broken treaties, Broken promises
Conquer, repeat
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