Pursuit of Liberty

Can this be America, the home of the free When for the first time, I feel like a refugee? Where we sought asylum, we were welcomed in These days, it's perceived as a sin Do you remember the fall of Saigon? The city turned red by the Vietcong? The choices they had were to flee or believe That's when my family had no choice but to leave This is the way of the Vietnamese Where we became the new refugees (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By persecuting people just trying to be free (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty Since when do passports without the right stamps Send people back to concentration camps? No sight of future, no guarantees Yet they still risked it all to save their families What kind of world do we live in where this is okay? Borders are baseless, it's one human race (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By persecuting people just trying to be free (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty All of the people still watching their backs Hiding in fear, covering their tracks Could this be the start of the Fourth Reich? This isn't what freedom looks like By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By persecuting people just trying to be free (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar