Land of the Hate

The United States needs liberation from itself
This government has raped, pillaged, and deceived
All that are not white or male.

Those that lack any wealth
That do not align with what the Christians believed
Are assigned a new hell.

Denied from central health
And education will not be received
Tragic is all we can tell.

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