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6d
Oh say, can you see?
As they carve up your rights
Ideals once proudly held,
Now lay gasping and bleeding.
Future pride and bright hopes
Face a perilous might;
Those who rampage through life,
Destroying and feeding.
Through the raucous and flare
Declaring justice β€œunfair”,
Lacking proof that they’re right,
But they don’t seem to care.
Oh say, do you still think yourselves free and brave?
Or is it the land of the fee
And the home of the depraved?
Wasn’t going to share this, as I know it references a sacred thing that is very important to very many people. But too much exposure to the American political process makes me feel compelled to express this fear and sadness.

If anyone wants me to remove it, just tell me and I will understand and do so.
Written by
The Wilted Witch  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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