By the dawn's early light,
What we once proudly hailed
Has become twilight's last gleaming,
Shameful stripes and befouled stars.
Cowardly we flee while others die.
While over ramparts Ukrainian soldiers
Are so gallantly streaming,
Americans watch from afar
Apathetic, unconcerned, unfeeling.
And the rockets’ red glare,
And bombs bursting in air
That slaughter women and children
Give proof of Putin’s evil
And of the unmanliness
of the three cowardly amigos
Trump, Vance, and Rubio.
O, say, does that
Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
Over the land of the free
And the home of the brave?
Once but no longer.
Now the home of vassals
cowering before evil.
