My Country

We feel that racism And sexism and class separation, That these are desecrations. And we feel that the American flag Does not represent integrity, Honour, justice or truth. My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of poverty For thee I weep Land where my mother cried Land where my father died Sweet land of genocide Pride of my heart My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of industry We'll break your back Clean out your minerals Fill you with chemicals We kill for what is profitable Oh concrete world Our climate suffering All nature feels the sting Poisoned progress All of these mouths to feed All of this this land to seed From sea to shining sea Gold underground Our people left to die Battlefield countryside Paved over graves Suburban privileges make Desolate village Broken treaties broken promises Conquer repeat Repeat repeat All warriors represent Remind those who forget The time is now To walk in humbled pride Prepare and fortify Rests comforts of compromise Pray for guidance Pray for guidance Pray for guidance I consider myself a patriot But I don't happen to be A petriot to a flag. I'm a patriot to a land.