O say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What once proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming
Whose torn stripes and stained stars
Through each perilous fight
O’er the bodies we watched
Is now hauntingly streaming?
And MAGAs’ hateful glare
Their guns shooting in air
Give proof through the night
There’s no amity here
O say does our blood-spattered banner remain
O’er the land of the free and the home of the sane?
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