By dawn’s early light,

Oh America,

The troubles today do bring me great fright.

 

“The land of the free”

For a pale pleasantry.

“The home of the brave”`

Built on the backs of slaves.

 

Sure, that star-spangled banner does grace

Ev’ryone wearing a pale-skinned race.

 

They say: “Then conquer we must when our cause is just”

What he really means is, take all land that’s not yet his.

So ignore the helpless pleas over  Natives’ land,

All so our one red, blue, and WHITE banner can stand.

 

You see, at that twilight’s last gleaming,

Through such perilous fights,

My people were enslaved and screaming.

And still battle for rights.

 

That rich rocket’s red glare

Hits those without blue eyes, blonde hair,

And the flag was still there

For only the white man’s claim to be fair.

 

“In God is our Trust.”

For those without, we just

Look down on the Jews,

Mistake Buddhists for Hindus,

 

And those with hijabs, on travel bans,

Are ones who attack Americans.

 

The aged Bible supports the aged Constitution.

Over time, both verses filled with mental pollution,

Like confirming women’s inferiority

And claiming the white male’s superiority.

 

Yes, in that triumph,

The banner does wave

Over ev’ry other race it depraved.