America?

America

Land of the free,

Home of the brave

They say this and yet

We are still afraid

Free to roam where?

Brave enough to face who?

We are all, all alone

And it's all because of you

Nowhere to go

Nowhere safe to hide

But you still sport your American Pride

You stand up for a nation

But it does not stand up to you

No way to opt out

America

You get what you get

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My country
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