In the ’40’s they sent them in freight cars,
Today we fly them in planes,
Stripped and shaved and broken,
Bent over and shackled in chains.
“They’re not like us, they don’t believe
In our myths and fantasies;
But most of all they look so strange,
Tattooed for all to see.”
“They are the cause of our problems;
It’s them that we must blame;
Unless we send them far away
Our nation won’t be the same.”
So we grab them on the street corner,
We whisk them into jail,
We herd them all like cattle,
No judge, no plea, no trial.
If this is what we’ve come to,
If this is who we are,
Then it’s time to stop this tyrant
He’s already gone too far.