Non-Metaphorical Decolonization

The place I live has a name But there's another one, older Emerging through the mist I saw where I was as it was Before we called it anything Now we live in the wreckage of a colonizing force Whose racist poison still flows So scared of a moment of discomfort now We turn away from the obvious All we have is stolen and can't be owned This "America", the old idea I want it to die Non-metaphorical decolonization Beneath the one sky Let this old world shatter And transform Allegiance to nothing at all But the burning present moment I cut the cord connecting then and now And start again I show the kid how to give up everything