Oh Home On the Range--Nothing Has Changed

oh home on the range— nothing has changed disdaining and disagreeing yet sharing the same bowl pilate’s children dip fingers in common water each washing the other’s hands with bloody towels of innocence indifference is the american way come let us play cowboys and indians no less a claimed massacre— last stand on somebody else’s land not a mumbling word is heard ‘bout treatment of the ebony heard at home on the range seems nothing has changed same beat…killing same street…god willing this is the land of the free and the home of the brave doesn’t include you and me— children of the slave race remains the country’s major issue hued skin is still treated like used waste tissue to making america great again is returning to business as usual let the chameleon poor heal their own pain power for the masses is always met with refusal let not bomb-barded hearts succumb to trouble liberty succeeds nothing without struggle