knees

Oh say can you see
the war prof­i­teer gid­dy with glee
By the dawns ear­ly light
And the work­er on their knees
What so proud­ly we hailed
the num­bers on the print­ed bill
While the twilight’s last gleaming
We praise our kings on the hill
Whose broad pock­ets and bright stars
Keep the peas­ants en­ter­tained or be­hind bars
Ig­no­rant of the per­ilous fight
To con­trol each and every life
O’er the idols we watch
Every Thurs­day on Fox
Were so gal­lant­ly streaming
Through the mind con­trol box
and the rock­ets did glare
While we sat back and stared
The bombs burst­ing in air
While the smug billionaires
Gave proof through the night
That our free­doms weren’t stripped bare
O say does that star span­gled ban­ner yet wave
Over the land of the bank­ing elite
And the home of the cor­po­rate slave

—david pow­ers

Flom­mist David Pow­ers is a Unit­ed States Ma­rine and il­lus­tra­tor. Copy­right © 2017 David Powers.‬

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