Oh say, can you see

Oh say, can you see

over here, look at me.

I’m a flag at half-mast,

a broadcast, a warning,

mourning every morning,

noon, and night.

Rights, wrongs, and songs

for the dead

play in your head

as I sag toward land

and you kneel, or you stand

there hating, berating,

deprecating life itself.

Put me back on the shelf

and listen with intention,

dissention was the point

of this joint from the start.

Open your heart, pay attention

and start learning,

we’re all yearning to be free,

now stop looking at me.

What do you think?

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