We Are Americans
We are Americans,
No other race.
We live in America,
No other place.
We speak English,
Not Spanish, not French.
So why oh why,
Must we give an inch?
It is not right,
It is not the American way.
Is not how we live,
Is not how we play.
Give us liberty,
Or give us death.
Is how it was written,
How it was meant to be.
We are the best,
Meant to be free.
Not Spanish, not French, not Chinese,
We are Americans, if you please.
If you want to be another race,
Then leave this place.
Give us back our land,
Give us back our space.
Give it back,
Or we’ll takes a stand
And send you packing,
Out of our land.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007
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