oh say can you see
a pox upon our land
a Pax Americana
no not never
oh my can you spy
a flag swirling
in the bed of a pickup
a rebeling with a cause
if hatred is so called
fear by any other name
as sordid and as sour
as the banner of the hour
this far north
this far gone
an uncivil war
a confederacy of none
a lunacy of race
and riot and roar
a sound and a fury
of democracy
out the door
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