Yes, the Star-Spangled Banner Still Waves

Francis Scott Key: “O say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?” The Answer: Yes, Mr. Key, the Star - Spangled Banner still waves Over that magical land expansive oceans away. True, its residents are as free as after McHenry And have remained foes of the tyranny’s sway. The banner is no longer half-concealed and half-exposed But hoisted on the tallest mountains and upon the moon, And from the eastern portion of the virgin world The Star - Spangled Banner can be seen by the sage and the loon. Ask the enemy of the peace and the lover of concord And they’ll admit the starry banner still dances in the wind, The Star-Spangled Flag is still the undisputed king Among the white-complexioned and the dark-skinned. The mongers of fear and terror will at least admit That the stripes and the stars still tower higher Above disease and the despot’s egocentric desire, And still stirs the abhorrence of the mischievous liar. The Star-Spangled Banner, Mr. Francis Key, Remains true to the welcome of the New Colossus. The huddled masses continue to breathe free And the torch is still held at the golden door. The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves Above the dark-hued placards of knaves, The shiny stars light the paths of the unfortunate And the stripes still choke the voice of hate. The Star - Spangled Banner still waves Over the maneuvers of those in bloody caves, And the masters of wizened religious gripes Still do feel the heat of the gallant stripes. Oh, Mr. Key, the stars and the stripes do rule the earth And inspire those that pursue the satisfactions of genuine mirth, The stripes yet rekindle hope and the stars light the darkest nooks That hitherto shadowed the shenanigans of megalomaniacal crooks. Ask no more, dear Mr. Francis Key, For that land still belongs to the free, And the stars and the stripes yet wave Over that tranquil territory of the brave.