The Charred, Mangled Banner

Oh, say can't you see?

I must fight for my life.

I'll escape from this hell,

dodging blows from your beatings.

I will never be free

to walk out through the night.

I'd be tossed in a cell,

or left on the ground bleeding.

All the blood that's been shed 

has left odd stripes of red.

Blue tears that I cry

garnished with stars of white.

Oh, say does that charred, mangled

banner yet wave?

O'er the heads of blind sheep,

and the home of your slaves.

GOD BLESS AMERIKKKA

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
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