By Michelle Garren Flye
Oh say, can’t you see
In the day’s last blue light
That our country has bailed
And the darkness is looming?
What good are stripes and little stars
When we don’t do what’s right?
And our laws are all botched,
By our government’s scheming?
And the lies that we’re told
Well, they’re really getting old!
And there’s proof of what’s right
But we must stand up bold.
Oh say, can’t you help me raise a flag we can praise—
O’er a land of truly free and a home to all the brave?