Lady Liberty’s Lament

O say can you see
your tired, your poor
can you see
by the dawn’s early light
your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free

O say can you see
what so proudly we hailed
as the golden door for all
can you see
the wretched
the refugees
on your teeming shore

O, can you see
on the faces of children
dragged along by mothers
fathers dead
from the perilous fight
the rockets’ red glare
bombs bursting in air

O, say
does that star-spangled banner
yet wave
for the tempest-tossed
in the land of the free
in the home of the brave