To Americans, I say:
Would you let the freeman speak
When and where he will?
Then, why make the NFL player
Someone whose voice you'd like to kill?
To Americans, I cry:
Care you not for those at risk?
Would you let them die?
You speak of helping the tempest-tost
But then you make that a lie
Have you lost your moral compass
And, a patriot you be no more?
For you spit on your investigation
When it searches Russia's door
To Americans, I sing:
This is a land of freedom
This is a land of hope
This is a land that searches for truth
Regardless whether you're saying, "Nope."
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