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