Babylon the Great
Land of the Free
Home of the Brave
Free to bear arms
And use arms
Against ‘others’
Brave enough to wave a star-crossed flag
And shout slurs down a street built on backs
And christened with blood
Of freedom marches past
Over the land of the entitled
And the cutthroat
We climb over each other
To grab a slice of that American dream pie
And we blame each stumble on the unsteady rung
Of another head in this human ladder
We’ll build it taller
Climb it higher
We’ll rival Babylon
And rule in heaven
As we think we do on earth
Say – does that star spangled banner still wave?
In the face of the chained?
Over ladders enslaved?