This land, O, God,
                         How have we come to this?
                       This land that gave us heroes
                           Who touched the skies
                        And walked upon its clouds?

                      This land that gave us children
                 Who burned the shrouds of hate and infamy
                     And rid the world of monstrous men
                     Who builded Birkenau and Sobibor.

                         Children the like of which
                          No other land has seen,
                      Who gave their lives, their all,
                  Who stood as one and raised mailed fist
                           Against that evil time
                   And showed the world the love and rime
                         Of their most inner soul.

                         And are they dead in vain?

                        Once more this evil rises up
                      And walks amongst our children,
                           And blinds their eyes
                 With the sick canker of its soulless hate.

                                  America!
                       Their voice cries out to you,
                    From Iwo Jima and Omaha's red sands,
                    "It was our blood that dyed it red,
                         We slew this monster once,
                 Take back your children and give them love
                    And show them how to keep it dead!"