Some have been forced to flee/From A to B or C/Uproot discard and be/A stateless refugee

My country ’tis of thee/Sweet opportunity/Is now just so much syrup/Unless you’re from East Europe/And snag a monied ranter/Who bribes a Genius Granter

My country ’tis of shame/Hype Uck Cry Seize the game/Of thee I mourn/This state of scorn/This hope so shorn/These souls forlorn

Well I’ll not flee I’ll fight/For justice truth and right/And fear thug-wielded hammer/The cave the cage the slammer

And should I be deported/For truths I have reported/Add to the cast-off legion/Banned from this once-great region

From whom I am among/I’ll learn another tongue/And other ways to live/And grow and get and give

Diasporas are mysteries/Creating new fresh histories/And new flags are unfurled/To greet an altered world