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 healing
promise shot
My country ’tis of run outside with your
hands up
My country ’tis of bullet, bump stock, scope
and silence
My country ’tis of AR OK
AR OK
My country ’tis of brainwash won’t clean
blood money
My country ’tis of children sacrificed
dead or alive
My country ’tis of brain death, soul death,
ghost guessed
My country ’tis of guns loved more
than children.
