America, America

America, America, oh sweet America
The age of the sad blues reign proud and strong
The white of our people’s color no longer belong
The red of our blood spilt from being in war
Blood and gore, blood and gore
America, America, oh bloody America
What does it mean to walk on your Land?
To touch the mountains, even dream in our beds?
Of a future and a hope, to go to college and feel no strife
America, oh America, can you prevail?
For all that has happened, what else must we unveil?
The secrets of Columbus, the natives and such
The years that have gone by, with gold turning to dust
Wisps of what used to be America, now turned modern
America, oh sweet America, what have we done?

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