The Blood-Spatter'd Banner
Oh, say can't you see, by the bare dangled light,
What so loudly we nailed with our nighttime's armed reaming?
Whose blood stripes and barbed stars, through the one-sided fight,
O'er the ghettoes we watched, were so violently screaming?
Does the vanquished's dead stare, uranium bursting in air,
Give proof to our night that our flag is still there?
O say, can that blood-spattered banner yet wave
O'er land ruled by blind decree, in a world we enslave?