Apologies to Francis Scott Key. The Star Spangled Banner, our national anthem, was originally a poem titled “The Defence of Fort McHenry.” It was written by Francis Scott Key, after he witnessed that Baltimore fort being bombarded by the British fleet during the War of 1812. Key was inspired by the sight of a lone U.S. flag still flying over Fort McHenry at daybreak, as reflected in the now-famous words of the “Star-Spangled Banner”.
On June 18, 1812, America declared war on Great Britain after a series of trade disagreements. In August 1814, British troops invaded Washington, D.C., and burned the White House, Capitol Building and Library of Congress. Their next target was Baltimore. After one of Key’s friends, Dr. William Beanes, was taken prisoner by the British, Key went to Baltimore, located the ship where Beanes was being held and negotiated his release. However, Key and Beanes weren’t allowed to leave until after the British bombardment of Fort McHenry. Key watched the bombing campaign unfold from aboard a ship located about eight miles away. After a day, the British were unable to destroy the fort and gave up. Key was relieved to see the American flag still flying over Fort McHenry and quickly penned a few lines in tribute to what he had witnessed.
The poem was printed in newspapers and eventually set to the music of a popular English drinking tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven” by composer John Stafford Smith. People began referring to the song as “The Star-Spangled Banner” and in 1916 President Woodrow Wilson announced that it should be played at all official events. It was adopted as the national anthem on March 3, 1931. Francis Scott Key died of pleurisy on January 11, 1843. The first, most familiar stanza, says:
Oh, say, can you see? By the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air.
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there:
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave?
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
My submission for the leftist version:
Oh say can you tweet, by the iPhones blue light,
while so groggy we groan, after last nights demonstration,
fueled with outrage and spite, cracking skulls of the right,
O’er the ramparts we stormed, smugly virtue-signaling,
That Antifa was there, giving cops their hard stare,
gave proof through the night, white privilege laid bare,
oh, props to your bandanna and your group think so brave,
o’er the land of the grieved and the home of the knave.
Sing it to the tune of Star Spangled Banner–it works.