We
The people
Who are proud to be unconnected
Whose opinion is unsought
We
The plural breeds
Without equities or equality
Who stand in the road
For rights
and liberties
Against fists of fascist fodder
The unconnected
Unwittingly fearless
Without need to belong
We bring new seeds in our hair
From elsewhere
We shed kernels on new ground
To form foreign roots
Growing into bright wild hues
This is the chorus of free will
Each one separately associated
By six or more degrees
To a universe of everyone
We need not be naively native
Nor national
No need to ask what we can do for country
Or surmise what country has done for none
We are
A caucus of never natives
ambushed on route 