The Blood Splattered Banner

Oh, say can you see? By the cops out in force?
What they fear in our minds, that they cannot control.
I stand with the crowd through the perilous fight,
O'er barricades we stood while the parks they did hold;
And the floodlights bright glare, the chants sound in the air,
Gave proof through the fight that our pride won't be spared;
O say, does that blood-splattered banner still wave
O'er the land of the poor, and the home of the caged?

From my eyes dimly seen through the mists of the mace,
Where freedom's foe stands, in dread silence reposes,
What is that which we want, says the powerful face,
Pretends it doens't know, it conceals, not discloses.
Citizens film our dreams, as the camera light beams,
In full glory reflected now shines on livestream;
'Tis the blood-splattered banner; AS it burns to the ground
We the people won't stand, for the injustice we've found!

And where are those men who so desperately swore
That the injustice we face doesn't need revolution?
We know in our hearts that the power's no more,
For when faced with distress we provided solutions.
Free homes and free bread, as we honor the dead,
Free schools and free aide, is what we wanted instead
Of the prisons and jails on our bodies and minds,
For the land of the free, and the home of the kind!

O! thus be it ever, when freefolk shall stand
Between their loved homes and a soul-less Corporation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the poeple's own land,
Void the power that made and forced us into a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
And this be our motto— "In Anarchism we trust; "
And the blood-splattered banner in defeat it shall burn
For the land of the free to whom all is well earned.