Say, can you see, through the smog's heavy veil, What we once proudly claimed would prevail? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, now tattered and torn, O'er the ramparts lie broken, our dignity shorn? And the drones' watching glare, The batons striking bare, Give proof through the night That control still reigns there O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the chained and the home of the slaves? Where the watchtowers gleam in the corporate state, Where the people bow down to the hands that dictate, No refuge remains for the brave seeking light, Our freedoms all sold in the darkness of night O say, does that star-spangled banner still wave O'er the land of control and the home of the enslaved? Remember...
