Jangle Manifesto

If there was something called "my country"
 It's not a thing that I would save
 So many walls and wasted futures
 We work to see the walls all washed away
 As we're all trained to see the borders
 And learn the language to divide
 I mean, it's just following orders
 Drawing on to dreaming diametric size
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 If that's the problem with the people
 It's always someone that we're not
 Just say a person is illegal
 There's nothing quite so evil as a law
 In the conditions of our choosing
 They never are the ones we know
 And all the stories we invented
 Projections of the worlds we liked to show
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 I made a promise to my family
 And wrote a letter to my blood
 Once it was property that bound us
 So say, could we just live our lives in love?
 I had a dream about our history
 And of the things we can't let go
 Between appearance and ancestry
 Sort out all our faults so we could grow
 And someone's singing John Brown's "Body"
 Someone's singing to the grave
 "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah"
 And wonder how can anyone be saved?