That’s not who we are? Then who are we exactly? I don’t know, don’t ask me Or take the time to task me With answering that question Not who we claim I’m guessing If our actions are any indication We’re a totally different nation
That’s not who we are? Our president likes to say So then here is the question Who are we anyway? We’ve become schizophrenic And we weren’t yesterday Afraid of our own shadows Like we are today
That’s not who we are? But how many of us know Who we really are When it doesn’t show We just pretend to be What we’re not although We’d deny that premise If you asked us so
That’s not who we are? The statement seems so strange When you take into consideration How much we have changed The way we treat some refugees Could be called deranged From our former selves We’ve become quite estranged