It was their's, when it was great then,

The people that were once great, then

A hand they gave, a hand they lend,

For you to take, for you to blend

You say you want, you want 

 to make it great again, America?

But it was never yours, then

When you arrived you were welcomed,

Given , food and shelter, 

You brought illnesses, slavery, and rape,

To the people,  to the tribes; once friend

Was this all great? Or do you pretend 

How can something be great, 

When tribes were genocide, by fate

Wars fought of land that wasn't yours, 

As you brought racism, then hate

And now you want to control,  the door

Of this land that isn't even yours

For people will come for hope,  no more

From people that lands lost, in war

Those people will enter, no more

How can that be great, for who, 

People's that land isn't even their's