Guts and Glory
A black man plucks
a machine gun’s ratatat and a Huey’s blade thwop
“Oh say can you seeeeeeeeeeee….” echoes
A cursing, sacrilegious rendition…….
“by the dawns early light …………The crowds writhe.
“bombs bursting in air………….
a napalm scream
into the reality of Jimi’s throng.
“o’er the land of the free………”
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