Oh, Say, Can You See
Oh, say, can you see
the tears on my face
as I watch my country burn
in the dawn’s early light?
As people filled with malicious pride
hail the deaths of the “undeserving?”
For the red stripes to be painted
with the blood of innocents lost in “necessity?”
All while unable to see the bright stars
through the dense cloud of poison?
And when seeing the bombs bursting
they quickly blame the Qur’an?
As the citizens like children banter
over her “greatness” in past and present,
I wonder where went the land of the free
and the home of the brave?
Where are the heroes that lifted us
from separation and no representation,
following the morals that their ancestors
of immigrant descent passed to them?
…Oh, I honor the star-spangled banner
that represents the wonderful and malicious alike,
but I laugh at those that only call her
the land of the free and home of the brave!
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