Star Spangled (what?)

It’s time to pick a side

(& the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air)

Someone said they shouldn’t have been there

(gave proof through the night, that)

Shouldn’t have been there, knee to neck

Shouldn’t have been, tear gas & flare

Shouldn’t have, knocked down head open & split

Sides picked in the havoc of spit

& fake twenty dollar bills, someone shouldn’t have been

There killed, someone who shouldn’t have been there

Stoking rage, black bible in hand upside down

(on the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep)

(where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes)

In dread silence

In dead silence

In dead

Someone shouldn’t have

Been there.