My country 'tis of thee Land of Police Brutality For thee I weep!
Land where George Floyd has died Land of the alt white pride
From every black graveside let protests ring
My country, thee land of those not yet free we cannot breathe
The original verses of the song, America, go something like this:
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; ....