Waving high

With such grace

With such pride

You think it's simple

Ruling the world

You think it's kind

Taking what isn't yours to take

You find it amusing

To watch those who are weak

Crumble beneath you while you dance in the wind

You find it a laughable thing

To see those who fear you

Kneel in front of you for forgiveness for nothing they have done

What wove you?

What made you?

Who dared make you look so cruel?

With your 50 stars

With you red, white, and blue