The man who calls the White House home
Has pow’r beyond belief;
With shameless pride this one alone
Has caused the world much grief .
The deadly force of just one bomb
Exceeds what we have known;
The old, the young will find no calm
When seeds of hate are sown.
Our anthem plays, some bend a knee,
The lowly then are scorned;
What will it take for all to see
The humble ones must mourn?
Our guns we love as given rights,
To use as we deem fit;
Our bloodstained streets cry through the night;
What carnage we commit!
O Holy One, we dare to ask,
“How long must we endure?”
We hear you say: “This will not last,
If your protest is sure.”