I HEAR America singing, saddened pleas I hear;
Those of the suppressed calling out to all those who’ll hear
The single mother singing out for ins-meat as she works night and day
The Father with three jobs singing for his family of four, with a baby on the way
A young boy whose power got cut off, singing for hope, while his mother passed out drunk;
The unarmed son who was shot in the hood just for being a punk
The song of the young girl, too self-conscious to go to school of fear of being bullied
I Hear America singing, a place full of masked woe
A young man who took his life singing out for acceptance, his partner left to weep
Rights are being challenged, People are being shot,
Judgment and oppression, not up to other levels
But I DO hear America,
And what a Somber tune it is.