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'Tis of Thee
 
Dark was the night
Cold was the ground
When they gunned
Srinivas Kuchibhotla down

It was in Austin's Bar and Grill
But it could've been most anyone
A madman pulled the trigger
Donald Trump loaded the gun

My country 'tis of thee

Srinivas was an engineer at Garmin
Sunayana Dumala was his wife
Like so many here before them
They come here to build a life

They were planning their first child
But it was not to be
Because a stranger shot Srinivas down
Screaming 'Get out of my country!'

My country 'tis of thee

I was born in America
And it's right here I intend to stay
But my country is hurting now
There's a few things I need to say

If you fly a flag of hate
Then you ain't no kin to me
To Srinivas Kuchibhotla's
Only surviving family

My Country tis' a thee

By Mike Mezz

© 2019 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

 

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