Sorry if this poem offends.

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light...
More than half of Americans can't see.
They can't see the lives we're losing,
And the lives we're ruining,
The money the government is stealing
From the poor and giving to the rich.
The only ones that can see
Are the ones smothered in smog.

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming...
We used to look up to the flag
As a symbol of our freedoms and our rights.
It was our ideals that have now
Been shot down and burned.
Our ideals thta have been taken
By the Patriot Act and arrests for speaking out.

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air...
Th bombs have been flying,
But this time it wasn't about Americans.
This time we shed American blood for a war
That we started with
A country that had not attacked us.

Gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there...
The question is:
Is our flag still there?
The ideals it represents are dead,
And yet we pledge to this piece of cloth.
It represents the past, but means nothing
To our present or are future.
Its hangs there destryed
With its meaning tossed aside.

Oh say does that star-spangled banner yet wave...
It waves above America
As the majority has already turned its back.

O'er the land of the free...
No longer free
We are slaves to the lies and fears
The government instills in us.
We pay for their crimes
And are given no other choice.

...And the home of the brave.