Cover me and protect my eyes
From this hell-staged atrocity
I’m in a fragile state of the union
And I’m still bleeding for my country
Open me and undermine my powers
Find me a bunker to save my pride
Launch the weapons of mass dysfunction
Infect the tribe with panic genocide
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last screaming
Was our voices begging forgiveness
For all this terror in our dreaming
He who hath no glory
Pretends to be deaf to freedom’s ring
If this is a home worthy of the brave
Then fly my fears on an eagle’s wing


america, united states, patriotism, culture

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