O terrible these troubled days,
The raging mob in vain
Has stormed the hallowed Capitol gates
And left a horrid stain!
America! America!
God’s judgment fall on thee
And banish evil from this land
From sea to shining sea!
O terrible the white crowd’s rant
That rang throughout the halls,
That filled the rooms for freedom meant
With sordid hateful calls!
America! America!
Be justice your resort
‘Til all may stand with equal right
Before thy noble courts.
O terrible the chants they led,
The flags they waved on high,
The lives they took, the lies they spread
For one man's injured pride!
America! America!
God call thee to repent,
And banish bias from thy heart
‘til prejudice is spent.
O terrible the zealot way
That looks on times gone by
As some imagined golden day,
Scrubbed clean in memory!
America! America!
God’s judgment fall on thee
And banish evil from this land
From sea to shining sea!
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