‘O say, does that star-sprangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?’
They taught us to sing with hands on our chests,
and forget the ones the anthem too forgets.
Light up the skies with the rocket’s red glare-
and allow the bombs to rip apart the air.
‘O say, does that star-strangled banner still wave
O’er the land of the fools and the home of the brave?’
Let Liberty overlook our mountains and land
and an end to the foe which defies her command!
O let you stand, O Children of the World,
and pit you away, to the forests be hurled.
‘O say, does that star-strangled banner still choke and wave
O’er the land of the forgotten and the home of the enslaved?’