America
America, where unrest grows
Between two parties, ill winds blow
That mark the tone: while in the sky
That once so proud bald eagle cries
Scare heard amid the lies below
Raging egos: Oh how they sow
Those seeds of hate, so deep below
And ruin the soil: when they divide
America!
Lay down your quarrel with the foe
And stand together row on row
Your flag: for ever more to fly
When differences are put aside
Only then, will you truly know
America!
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