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.
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.