Religious persecution
Led man to "new" lands
Of opportunity
The natives were demolished
To make way for a new history
Based on truth, logic, and reason
For tis the season
For the ultimate pursuit of happiness
Stacked neatly along the shelves
In individual packages
All tied with a bright red bow
Pick one up today
At your neighborhood friendly
We Own You Corp.
Pretend freedom is just a word
Not a god given right
Xenophobic tendencies run high
In the land graced by His hand
Because if god wanted us all equal
He'd have made us all the same
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