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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This poem is about: 
My country


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