We feel that racism and sexism and class seperation

That these are desecrations

And we feel that the American flag does not represent

Integrity honor 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's suffering

All nature feels the sting

Poisoned progress

All of these mouths to feed

All of this land to seed

From sea to shining sea

Gold underground

Our people left to die

Battlefield country side

Paved over graves

Suburban privileges make desolate villages

Broken treaties broken promises

Conquer repeat repeat repeat repeat

All warriors represent

Remind those who forget

The time is now

To walk in humble pride

Prepare and fortify

Resist comforts of compromise

Pray for guidance

Pray for guidance

Pray for guidance