Home of the Estranged

Oh give me a home where we aren’t so alone
Where the black and the white children play
Where seldom is heard an offhand racial slur
And my muslim sisters feel safe
Home of the estranged
Where the white and the black children play
Some peace is preferred, let the county lines blur
And the preachers hold hands with the gays
Corporate motives are pure, politicians stay free
Of corruption and work to better our lives
Young liberals beg for change, politely from the stage
The vice president nods and he smiles
The natives of our land, we so brutally banned
From the beauty they were born into first
It’s been 200 years, since that damn trail of tears
Yet we still hate them for loving the earth
Home of the estranged
Human life is not a resource to trade
It is not so absurd, to hear out the perturbed
We all see the same things different ways
How often at night, stumbling bodega bright
Neon lights burn like synthetic stars
Bums ponder below, spare a quarter or so?
Does their wisdom exceed that of ours?
Pick a blue lotus flower from this dear land of ours
If it helps you start to hear people
On a child to annoint, or you can lace it in your joint
I wish everyone got just as high
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down in the stream;
With the grace of a swan, we go gliding along
Don’t you wish it was more than a dream
Home of the estranged
Where no one has to wake up afraid
There’s a love we could learn, that could cover the world
I believe it’ll happen someday