Humbly should we quarter him with outstretched hand
A Tyrant, unfit to rule a free-born nation
Where liberty is, there is my land
Weeping mothers, families disbanded
Freedom for newfound hopefuls is put on probation
Humbly should we quarter him with outstretched hand
Ironically do we refer to it a motherland
Ruled by a child who’s ruled by temptation
Where liberty is, there is my land
Bodies governed by unrelenting command
Land of the free and home of serration
Humbly should we quarter him with outstretched hand
Shotgun barrels where children should stand
Freedom’s head sawed off, ruinated legislation
Where liberty is, there is my land
Stirring is the revolt of silenced contraband
Blind eyes no longer turned from exploitation
Humbly should we quarter him with outstretched hand
Where liberty is, there is my land
by Sean G.