Who are you?
What have you become?
What have you done to this beautiful kingdom?
I don’t want your guns
I don’t want your poisons
I don’t want your weapons and tools of mass distractions
I don’t want your red flags
Don’t want your baggage
I don’t want your hate speech
Your supremacy
Where are your wilds?
Where is your rough edge?
Don’t tell me you’ve traded it for comfort and privilege
I don’t want your fast foods
I don’t need to buy shit
I don’t want your miles and miles of advertisements
So step up, speak out, show up, be loud
Step up, speak out, show up, be loud
Step up, speak out, show up, be loud
Step up, speak out, show up, be loud