Men becoming women At the twilight’s last gleaming And women becoming men So terrible the streaming And the media’s red glare Podcasts bursting hot air Gave proof through the night That our flag was not there Weep, man, at the dreaming At the waking, then screaming At monkeys loud chattering At the tank treads clattering At sky scrapers shattering At dead bodies splattering When woman becomes man At the twilight’s last gleaming The nation won’t stand The Sun’s fearful careening Then the nukes in the air Scorching flesh everywhere Gave proof through the night That our flag is not there Weep, man, at the dreaming At the waking, then screaming Frightened monkeys chattering At the tank treads clattering At skyscrapers shattering At dead bodies splattering Oh say can you see? If America is burning Under the blackened sky Of this endless November of criminals Oh say can you see Oh see can you see Oh please will you see — But no one dares see At the twilight’s last gleaming.
