My Country 'Tis Of Thee

Sweet land of poverty 

For Thee I weep.

Land where the innocent died,

Land where we lost our pride,

From cityscape to countryside

Let freedom ring.

 

My native country, thee

Land where we should be free

To live and love.

Our pres, how hard he tries,

To shield us from the lies,

Praying to be more wise,

Like those before.

 

Let music swell the breeze

From what's left of our trees

Look past the smog.

Clean out your minerals

Fill you with chemicals

Kill off our animals

'Till nothing's real.

 

Our people left to die

Creating foreign ties

Peace turned to war.

Our realization that

These desecrations

Only create seperation

Means we must change.

 

All helpers represent

Remind those who forget

The time is now. 

We shall now all abide

To walk in humble pride.

We're all on each other's side

Make love not war.

 

My Country 'Tis of Thee

Sweet land of opportunity

With Thee I stand.

Land where we, deep inside,

Can feel a sense of pride

Sadness and Adversity died

This day will come.