O say, can you see, through the media's lies?
What so proudly we hail as the headlines keep beaming,
Whose bright fights and split stars, now obscured from our eyes,
O’er the arguments we watched, ever high-def and streaming
And the protestors’ glare, propaganda in air,
Gave proof through the night that our rights were not there;
O say, is that fear-forged narrative kind,
To the land of the free and the home of the blind.
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Created in honor of July 4, 2025.