O fly beautiful flag,
Let the wind through your holes,
Let not reality yourself drag
Over the innocent souls.

O land of the free,
The prison companies hold their assets,
The rightful American property
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses.”

O crowned with brotherhood,
The great union formed with every state
Together, thinking what they could
If the other ideas would evaporate.

O the most educated populace,
None of them were left behind,
The world shown through a single oculus
Left them all lost within one mind.

O confirm thy soul through self-control,
For all not free is for sale,
As consumption becomes the goal
And happiness arrives in the mail.

O the land of democracy,
So much is it adored,
That before it preferred are roaches
Within the council of the abhorred.

O home of the brave,
Those sacrificed for liberty,
Which it chose not to save
For fear burned freedom for security.

I pledge allegiance to the flag
And the republic for which it stands
So let us open each traveling bag
And accept the blindness of the great lands