A land a sunder
One side thunder
The other strife
But both of plunder

A schism of people
Eager to greet you
Naive, standard
Skeptics, deceitful

Worry about you own
take care of your home
Advertised everywhere
So, get on the throne

But, was it not oppression
By endless succession
That opened our minds
For people to invest in?

This country was formed
From a peoples' love born
From hatred and muteness
That was not scorned

From saying enough tyranny
No longer is fear in me
I will make a place
Where everyone is dear to me

Our founding fathers love
Greed no more
Our founding fathers love
People restored