They build their new homes from bombs
Burned brown bodies blown beyonder
USA printed proudly on hollow shells
We got bodies we can claim
We all should be ashamed

Tens of thousands cost cutting
police guns resold on American streets
Greed is the creed in the land of the freed
Bruised broken brown bodies bulleted buried

Youthful voices silenced 
with brute force
vanished futures
It seems like a theme
or a recurring dream