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Francis Scott Key ...
a song provocateur, who spoke
most ungentlemanly

Scott “Don’t set ‘em Free” 
had to be 
the most rabid racist
you never wanted to meet

Francis the Talking Mule
wrote a rousing anthem of war
Liberty for poor black souls like me,
wasn’t what it was written for

That patriotic song is so off-key,
sung with puff prideful bigotry

And wavy flag folks
want me 
to un-spangle my hand,
and bray
star-struck dreamily

What kind of a Francis fool,
oh do you think I am
Got promised a scam:
forty green acres and a mule

But was only given
Jim Crow promissory    rope hope
Was bandit banner handed 
free penitentiary space,
and plenty foreign soil uncut dope

The Star Spangled words
said the “gloom of the grave”
was the foul refuge for the slave,
who chose bad British liberty
over good American slavery

Now they want me to stand,
and place my heart under my hand
Open my mouth
to sing aloud 
off-key,
about liberty 
that wasn’t originally 
intended for colored skin 
people like me

That tomb song is so dead off-key ...
sung with ignorant, dogmatic glee

Francis “Skeleton” Scott Key,
turned a  man-stealing lie 
into a flag truth on the sly ... 
hybrid lyrical rapist of liberty

Now, them bones rest uneasily
in the wavy, bottomless deep
As that blotted out, blood-wrong song
is forever sung silently off-key

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