Before and after the Star Spangled Banner

Before and after the Star Spangled Banner

 by ME 

Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed

It was on a day like this

Our mother was stolen, beaten and raped

In the face of her children

She was marked

She was hacked

And divided among

Criminals and murderers where the domestication

Of her children were underway

The first bouts of slavery

Were that of flesh and genocide

Soon to follow

Addiction, disease and greed

Her children cried her tears

Thunderous sobs went unheard

Obvious tears went disregarded

Weeping filled with blood and flesh

Were force fed into her open wounds

The lamentation of her song and words

Quaked in the hearts of her children

Only to by laughed at and eradicated from their minds

In the name of a expedition to spread the word in so-called faith in Christ

…at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,

Earth shattering cries were smothered

In the name of progress and in the name of “The good book”

Sloppy schemes of ways to separate the children from her protection and her teachings

Evil plots and plans put to death their living memories of her

The children lost their tongues

The children lost their way

The children had long forgotten the face of their mother

Only aware that they came from her

Barely aware of the what little traces remained of her presence

…O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

Only the oldest not necessarily the wisest of children were able to retain the words and pass them down

Often in remembering they were sentenced

To have their tongues were cut from their mouths

And their hearts burned from their eyes and lips

It all came down to black and white

Living or dying

Eating or drinking

Maintaining wisdom or surviving

There could be no conceptualization known as middle-ground

Or compromise

 

Children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, alike

Watched as the life of our mother was drained

While being gutted 
For reaching out to feel for her spirit

…And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Grotesquely

Maliciously

Brutally

Leisurely

Splendid indeed

…Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

It was that in the heart of the future generations that reaped

The rewards of karma’s malicious cycle

It would seem

Though we celebrate the establishment of what we now deem freedom

We come to see full circle the cultivation of this legacy

…Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

On a day like this how we forget

Our mother was stolen, beaten and raped

In the face of her children

She was marked

She was slashed

And she was divided among

Societal made criminals and murderers

The domestication of the people

That revel in forced sexual gratification and genocide

Soon to follow

Addiction diagnosed as an indirect correlation with accepting

Bouts of greed, bad choices, and wrong doing

Her children cried her tears through their flesh

While their freedom song was stifled

With money, guns, knives, and disease

This doomed establishment

Started long before rights were even make believe

What else would you expect when the founders

Of this oh so gratuitous land that was founded and inhabited by criminals and murderers

…O'er the land of the free

So why is it that we are so shocked to see so much of it in this day and age

You may have heard the old adage “What goes around comes around...”

Is it not befitting that the new world is left in the state in which it was found

As it draws near its end

…and the home of the...