America, I Sing
Land of the Bigot
Home of the Slave
Why should I sing you praise?
Look at what you done to me.
Turned me into a wild beast
Civilized you say, Devilized I say.
Stole my past, holding me captive
You can’t deny my future.
How can I love you when you constantly hate me, hurt me
destruction is your destiny
Change before it is too late
Don’t punish me because you fear me
I made you great, you owe me
You owe me America
Copyright © Derrick Moore | Year Posted 2008
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