An American Reproach

My country, tis of thee,
Supposed sweet land of liberty,
The place of careless police brutality,
Of this can be said;

Cities where innocent die,
Cities where police are allowed to lie,
In ev’ry neighborhood
The fallen did reside.

A country stolen from the free,
Becoming a sewer swollen swamp,
But still I love thee;
Look and see what has begun,
Lush forests, blue waters gone;
And the rape is yet done,
And sounds of rapid fired guns.

Let all requiem bells toll, 
Let them ring throughout the land
No longer is freedom song;
No longer a new dawn comes;
Citizens unite and awake;
Because soon it will be too late,
Get up and on your feet.

Our new God is, but thee,
Thief of our liberty's,
Robber of posterity and tranquility.
Subversive of life's pursuits,
Leeches of the Bill of Rights,
Your protection used with might,
Soon silencing the Great Light.
Money thy new God,
Our government is thee!