My country ’tis of quivering child breath held
in a closet
My country ’tis of freeze your pounding heart
in class
My country ’tis of nurturing healingÂ
promise shot
My country ’tis of run outside with yourÂ
hands up
My country ’tis of bullet, bump stock, scope
and silence
My country ’tis of AR OKÂ
AR OKÂ
My country ’tis of brainwash won’t cleanÂ
blood money
My country ’tis of children sacrificedÂ
dead or aliveÂ
My country ’tis of brain death, soul death,Â
ghost guessedÂ
My country ’tis of guns loved moreÂ
than children.