I wake up one morning and see

The red, white, and blue machine

That says I’ll be carefree

But shows an ugly scene

 

I came here as a youngster

Where I learned of great freedom

And of all the people amongst her

Who thought they had great wisdom

 

But the more I lived and watched,

The more I saw the misery

Of people whose life was notched

By our president’s great victory

 

And I thought to myself:

“What caused such hatred?”

“Why can’t we love ourselves?”

“Must we cling to beliefs that are outdated?”

 

I see friends and loved ones suffer

Because of race, religion, or love

Too many people turn against each other

Because of fearful people above

 

Is this truly freedom, then?

When neighbor turns against neighbor

And harms my friends again?

 

What is this so-called freedom?

Is it superiority? prejudice? hate?

 

No. Freedom is America