You could be worse off than lands of the free,
We make ourselves stars, inflict our own stripes.
Be good, be true, they say to smaller me,
Forget your past home, and ancestors strife.

Watch brothers and sisters, fall in the streets.
Hear cries of wounded, by officers guns
Taste blood of the hopeless, awful to eat
Feel sad for all that your country’s become.

We learn much at school one month every year.
Pretend we're so cultured, that we've moved on.
“Racism is bad but there is none here”
Pretend we're so great, bad feelings are gone.

America, though there is much to mend,
I’ll stay here, put you together again.