O say can you see 
On the ground underfoot
All the lives that you've trampled, 
All the wishes destroyed?

You have made us a people
Torn out at the root
By American dreams
That we thought might bring joy.

When I rise up I may
See our rights stripped that day.
When we cannot produce,
We are soon thrown away. 

But has our connection come fully unmoored?
For a promise cast aside can still be restored. 

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