My country, ‘tis of thee

Sweet land stifling liberty,

To you I sing

 

Pure songs of broken backs,

Long hymns of silenced attacks,

Paved over

cricks and cracks

Where freedom rings.

 

Land where white fathers died,

And then were glorified

As governments crucified

those

Noble, Free.

 

Our Founders’ God to thee

Same religious liberty

Both confused in history

In Him

We Trust.

 

Their country, this is you

Revered in History 102.

Oh, if you only knew

what it’s

Put me through.