I implore you to ask yourself, Uncle,
What it means to be an American.
Is it to stand in the face of trouble,
And tell the rest of the world “I can.”
Is it to protect the poor and helpless
Against the blades of all the enemies?
Or is it to protect corporate interests,
And sell the rich their path to amnesty?
If we are to be one voice, united,
Why do you exile those you oppose?
Isn’t that making us more divided?
Why is it good people that you depose?
If we are free, Sam, why is it that you
Hide behind that suit of red, white, and blue?