The hot sun beats our backs
Like their whips, like their guns
Our little feet run across their sand, their soil
It’s not your land they yell, we cry

I pledge allegiance to the flag

It was our land I think to myself, it’s everybody’s
Their guns rattle off a few rounds of ammunition
It doesn’t stop us from climbing over their mountainous fence

Of the United States of America

Our pants tear on cold barbed wire
On liberty, on justice for all
Leaving us more broken, less human

And to the Republic for which it stands

Their indivisibility divides us
Cuts us off from the jobs
From the love of our families
From the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

One nation under God