O, Horrible
For pilgrim's feet
Which stomped out native bliss
Their lives were fine
Before we came
And reduced them to this
America, America
Manifest Destiny
Was your excuse
For their abuse
It's their land we call free
O, Horrible
Religious wars
What is the need to fight?
By what authority can you
Judge if I'm wrong or right?
America, America
Make no one feel ashamed
For through all the
Ceremony
Our gods are all the same
O, Horrible
For slavery
The inhumane-est plight
To treat a people
Worse than filth
Because their skin's not white
America, America
How can you say to me
That own you can
Your fellow man
And call your country free?
O, Horrible
For all the hate
You tell me, why can't we
Have enough trust
To simply just
Agree to disagree?
America, America
Think of your children's fate
And use these days
To change your ways
Before it is too late
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