Our flag is a banner, held high to the light.

For all men are one, whether black or white. 

From persecution we came, to judgment we go. 

Have people forgotten the song, is it not so? 

Words of a star-spangled banner, sang in defense.

Why is it that 'different' makes America the Great upset?

Beautiful words turned hollow, their context forgotten.

A banner of tears through terrible bombs.

Written in blood was the birth of this song.

Do not forget the suffering then.

Do not ignore the suffering that remains.

America has turned sour through corruption of power,

Led by the same men from which the founders would run.

America, the diverse stained glass window of life,

Created for all, but divided inside.

How is America still great if half of us are left behind?