I elect myself
to the nation of me
It is my office to love

No place in my nation
for hate for fear
Every border is a bond
not a boundary

Some neighbors will rub
Rub away, I say!
I will grease your grit.

I’m not pulling back
I’m pulling forward
And you will come with me

You will move forward too
And you will be the nation of you
And it will be your office to love