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Dear America,
As an American
The treatment of any undocumented immigrant
Either comes from a bigoted fear again and again
Or just plain ignorance
But either way, the meaning of freedom which is supposedly sunken
Into our government, practices, dreams, beliefs,
Has been broken
It goes unspoken
They struggled and struggled
They ran, and they fought to stay out of trouble
They ran to the light
From day until night
The end of the tunnel
They made it; they did it
From rain to the sun
But who says they’re finished
The brand that we make
The jobs that we hate
They do for their children
The land of the free
The home of the brave
We should be ashamed
It’s burning, we’re crashing
The helpless are thrashing
They suffer in pain
They thought free was here
They drown in their tears
Right here is the same
They’re battered and beat
In the land of the sleep
The home of the slain
The home of the slain
The home of the slain
They grind, and they grind
They break, and they bind
But what do they gain?
The home of the slain
The home of the slain
The blood shed has past
Our problems were cast
But what did we change?
We blame criminal feats
On the ones that can’t speak
They aren’t monsters, they’re our sponsors
All they want is to eat
We give the bad guys the fame
We give our problems the shade
We fought nothing, we are bluffing
We let liberty fade
We have ourselves to blame
For all these people who came
In search of freedom
We don’t keep them?
Are we going insane?
Is this the land of the free?
Or the land of the sleep?
All we have is VIP
And the rest are in need
Is this the home of the brave?
Or the home of the slain?
This is where
The people with brains
Are either crippled and caned
Only thing I know is that
This is the home of the hate
This is the land of the greed
The home of the slaves
The land of the sleep
The home of the slain 

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