An old song from my Sunday school days keeps popping into my mind as an ear worm.
This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Oh, Lord you know, I have no friend like you, if heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do. The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door and I can’t feel at home in the world anymore. (at least not in the US)
It ain’t the place I was born.
The Flag is different.
The Pledge is different.
And so much more is alien.