America the Wounded

Oh, beautiful for spacious skies

Except for the ones filled with our childrens’ cries.

This land is your land, this land is my land

One of the 2^nd amendment, lots of guns, and parents’ mournful sighs. 

My country ‘tis of thee

With our AK-47s and many rounds 

Let music swell the breeze

Let mothers grieve their dead children, hear those anguished sounds. 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

And the Supreme Court rules that the right to bear arms is an individual right

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea

And somewhere along the line the NRA has become our nation’s blight. 

God Bless America, land that I love

Make weapons of mass destruction easy to obtain

Hurrah for the flag of the free

And fill our airwaves with vitriol and white nationalism, our saddest refrain.

I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold

More guns, more violence, more mass shootings, so many lives wasted

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Where the seeds of racism were planted, watered, and harvested.

I’m proud to be an American

Where I can own as many guns and ammunition as I desire

God bless America, My home sweet home

And when the dead are counted, never putting white supremacy on the funeral pyre. 

Give me your tired, your poor

Especially if you are white and educated and wealthy

My native country, thee, land of the noble free

And with the NRA owning our congress as far as I can see. 

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light

News of more mass killings in El Paso Dayton Uvalde Nashville make for fitful sleep

O beautiful for patriot dream

The caskets all in a row, we offer our thoughts and prayers, words pretty cheap.