Oh say, can you see
gnarled roots, like toes curling into sand,
by the dawn’s early light,
merging soil and tree in perfect union?
What so proudly we hailed
our man-built structures – angled roofs, supportive beams,
at the twilight’s last gleaming
blossomed bed of red and blue and one white pole bearing handsewn cloth,
whose broad stripes and bright stars
carried the vision, the passion of fathers and mothers
through the perilous fight
of sisters and brothers in the name of freedom.
O’er the ramparts we watched
as shells scattered bodies, their limbs, upon this soil,
were so gallantly streaming
blood, tears and screams, while thousands died,
And the rocket’s red glare
reflecting on silent eyes, lids frozen in stares at
the bombs, bursting in air,
wallowing waves of war over survivors’ grief, and
gave proof through the night
in the terrible glow of dues paid in ultimate sacrifice,
that our flag was still there.
With hands on hearts we stand, claiming love for this place.
Oh say, does that star
still carry the night? Throbbing beacon of light,
spangled banner yet wave
as a child beginning life, merging purpose with dreams
o’re the land of the free,
this union of cultures and stories, harbor of refugees
and home of the brave.
The Star Spangled Banner lyrics were written by Francis Scott Key