The Blood Spattered Wall
Oh say can you see?
By the dawn’s early light
The big wall towering
Over us all upright
Whose broad bricks
And bright clay
Through the immigrant’s plight
O’er the ramparts we watched
Refuges still streaming
And Donald Trump’s Red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That the wall was still there
Oh say! Does that
Blood spattered wall still stand?
O’er the land of the oppressed
And the home of the grave
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