Louisiana, Alaska, Texas and so forth,
The stripes that are like the Tigers,
Ferocious when hungry and no pussy cat,
In international affairs.
The stars, a reminder that stardust,
Is what the American dream is made of.
And Gettysburg was leaving behind,
A darkness, as dark as the plight of Kunta Kinte.
And a Bartholdi sculpture stands tall
Near an entrance to this beautiful land,
Boasting a freedom bigger than any,
Smaller than none. Like a solitary revolver,
At the hands of a loner, and how
Emancipating one moment
Of sheer anarchy is.