Land of the Free

Home of the Brave

Free to bear arms

And use arms

Against ‘others’

Brave enough to wave a star-crossed flag

And shout slurs down a street built on backs

And christened with blood

Of freedom marches past

Over the land of the entitled

And the cutthroat

We climb over each other

To grab a slice of that American dream pie

And we blame each stumble on the unsteady rung

Of another head in this human ladder

We’ll build it taller

Climb it higher

We’ll rival Babylon

And rule in heaven

As we think we do on earth

Say – does that star spangled banner still wave?

In the face of the chained?

Over ladders enslaved?