America, America
The tears of the forefathers fall for you
That your mercy is no more than this
That your justice falls so raggedly

America?
Can you not see an error
--A flaw --
A betrayal of that for which you stand

Look, my country
To the bondage of innocence
To the bondage you bring upon the poor

You are a proud people
-- O mighty America --
A nation too good for them
A nation that sees in the poor, an enemy
A nation that sees in them, a crime

Pride finds no more fertile soil
Than it does in its own

If you, America
Will not share your soil
You will only have your pride
Your welfare might be overwhelmed
With or without 
The immigrant
Your economy might falter
Even on its own
And you will be left with your haughty spirit
And it alone

America, blessed land, though you are
-- Though you be --
Where do you draw your borders
Inside of justice, or out
Inside of mercy, or out

You are a nation that demands
A license of those who would have liberty
Consider on that, my land
-- That you should demand they get a license
in order to practice your version of liberty

Liberty is lost
When license is required

America
Can you not see
The error
Of taking the power you have to reject
-- For, yes, you have "the right" to reject --
And using it

Rights and powers should be used to protect and edify
The People
-- All people
When rights and powers are used to oppress
Or to reject
Or to deprive others of freedom
Or peace
-- When power is used for injustice --
That is the reign of kings

America, my beloved land
Despots rule over
Whether the despot be one
Or many
A nation that sees itself
As having the right to deprive others
Of freedom
And justice
And peace
Is but a nation of despots

America
I would have this word with you
To say
Trouble brews with freedom
When all people no longer have the right to be free.

Can you pick and choose
Who you will give it to
Can you pick and choose
Who your freedom will be for

Take it from the criminal
Take it from those of crime
They are the rightful
Occupants of prisons

But, a mistake is made
When you take the good
The poor
And toss them in your prison cells
And call it freedom
And call yourself a land of liberty

America
Rights and powers should be
Used for love and not for hate

Look inside your soul
And wonder
If you are a land of pride
If you are a land of mercy

Of if you are a land of kings