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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