Sunday, March 3, 2024

 

Dear America, 


Land of the free,

Will you be struck down 

By fear,

By the forces crushing your liberty?


Or will you be crucified

By the powers of greed?


O say can you see?


By the dawn’s early light

Yours and the world's plight?


Can you give proof though the night

That the star spangled banner yet wave-

Still, 

In the home of the brave?






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