Old Glory

Our hearts swell with love and pride

All across America’s dear countryside,

When our flag, RED, WHITE, and BLUE,

Waves so gallantly beneath heaven’s hue.

Thirteen to fifty, Old Glory’s grown,

We're so proud to call her our own.

North or South, East or West......,

We must agree, she’s still the best.

With foreign and domestic attacks,

Constantly mounting upon our backs;

With Civil War and racial unrest,

Through it all she’s stood the test.

From Iwo Jima to Manhattan’s rubble,

She has seen and felt pain and trouble.

Yet she still waves strong and proud

Over our land and freedom’s crowd.

Our flag, so beautiful, on top of the pole,

Seeks to restore the security bin Laden stole,

And when she flew at half mast......

Our resolve became strong--and it shall last.

This message to all, who evilly dare

To try to stifle our precious freedom’s air:

Americans, brave and strong, are ready to fight.

Many have died, and justice gives us the right.

As for those who protest this horrific war,

They certainly have the right, at least......thus far.

After all, think of the blood our forefathers shed

So every American can feel safe, asleep in his bed.

Never forget! This war was brought to our shore.

Yet the attack was against Americans and more.

Nations of the world, this war, with us, should enter.

Don't you see? They chose the World Trade Center.

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