Cry Thy Beloved Country!!

The oil is out in the torch I hold

Sequestered by blonde white men

Who their souls have sold!

Don’t give me your weary,

Don’t give me your homeless

Don’t give me your tired

I now need the storied pomp

Keep your wretched refuse and your teeming hordes

Keep the tempest-tost on your damned black shores.

We’re not shedding no tear

We’re done here!