Oh say can you see, by the rates that climb,

What so gladly we hailed as the American shine?

Whose broad stomachs and bright cars through impoverished fight,

O’er hot bowls of fast food glistening, steaming?

And the red-eye camera glare, the bulbs bursting-no fair,

Gave proof through our lives that we did still care.

Oh say does this country now it's citizens save?

O’er the land torn from the free and the home of the caved?