Our National Cry
Oh, say can you see,In the dimming blue light,What used to be hailed,As freedom's great ringing? Our sons and our daughters,Have put up a fight,To gain back what we've lost,This country is bleeding. But hope is still there,It gleams in the air,Let's stand with each other,Give love and give care. For still our star-spangled freedom does wave,If we fight, hope, and remain kind and brave.
This poem is about:
My country