O, say can you see,
Ableist against non-seeing people.
by the dawn’s early light?
Reinforcing the trope that light > dark.
What so proudly we hailed
Proud of what? A nation built on the back of slavery?
at the twilight’s last gleaming.
Aren’t you supposed to take the flag down at night? Be consistent in your idolatry, please.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Broad RED (blood) and WHITE (race) stripes, mind you.
Through the perilous fight,
Of course it’s a fight for these war-mongering people.
Over the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
Again. Ableist. Were there no non-sight soldiers? So easy to just throw them aside.
And the rockets red glare,
Red, again, like the blood of the indigenous Amerindians who were slaughtered and whose land was stolen.
The bombs bursting in air,
Uh, if I may, shouldn’t the bombs be bursting on the ground? There were no airplanes.
Gave proof through the night, That our flag was still there.
Our? Belonging to whom? Such a western ideal of everything having to be owned by human white males.
O say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave?
O’er the land
Stolen
of the free
Except for slaves, women, and non-land owners
and the home
Someone else’s home
of the brave
Brave enough to rape a land where people had lived for thousands of years.