Poor Little Orphaned Country


My poor little orphaned country....

Nobody watches over you, nobody cares.

There's only a leader that sits back and stares.


You are left out in the cold, all alone to be attacked.

If anyone stands up for you, they are also.

I wish he would stand up for you,

He would fight for you like he does our enemies.


My poor little America once loved, what has happened?

Why did we fight two-hundred and fifty years,

Now only to hear jeers?

It's not fair! It's not fair!


Where is our leader?

Where is our protector?

Where is the person who gave up our poor orphaned country?



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