“Unrecognizable”

Bow down in prayer for this country while we hang our heads in shame
America the beautiful in song, but no longer in its claim
“Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” 1/ But a new torch no longer guides them to shore, but lights up our streets
In hatred for those seeking a better life for their own
A dream to one day call America their home
In hatred for those who dare criticize their fear mongering leader 2/