Come with me
I asked someone,
If they would come
To my country America.
That put him
In a state of hysteria.
Will you give me a bulletproof vest?
To protect my chest.
Why would I want to fly
To a place I may die.
As soon as I step off the plane
I may get a bullet in my brain.
I tried to restrain
From telling him his thinking was insane.
I told him our countries had a lot in common.
He said yes, but you use a coffin
Way too often.
I told him America was the land of the free.
How could that be
He said to me.
There are over a million people in prison.
Is that the vision
Of your nation.
To have so many in incarceration.
There are over three thousand on death row,
Waiting to die
Is that a slice of the American pie?
I don’t want to go.