America!

 

America, God has shed His grace on you

And has crowned your good with brotherhood.

But the patriot’s dream turned into a nightmare

That sees life flee in fear,

Your alabaster cities drabbed,

Dimmed by sorrowful tears.

 

America! America!

God, forgive your violent bent,

Transform your soul from selfish prowl,

Your cynicism to sanity, your vanity to spirituality.

 

America! America!

Violence has become your way of life.

Death lurks stealthily nigh unbeknownst.

Thousands of innocent people killed,

So many of them young — taken from us.

 

America! America!

Unleashing an unimaginable bloodletting.

Innocent blood spilled, crying for justice

Against the one that murdered them,

But also crying for justice, America,

To take responsibility and find your way.

 

America! America!

To stop the madness engulfing us

Turn your attention to the prophet’s cry:

“If my people, which are called by my name,

shall humble themselves, pray and seek

my face and turn from their wicked ways,

then I will hear from heaven,

and will heal their land.\"