The Sickle Spangled Banner
Oh, say, can you see, by Obama's early fright,
What so proudly we hail'd lost at twilight's last gleaming?
His broad edicts and trite spars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the backs of his voters, he was gallantly trodding?
And Obama’s red glare, F-bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag’s not still there.
O say, does that hammer & sickle banner yet wave
O'er the land that was so free, now the home of the slave
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