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 rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag
was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
What right do we have to change the proud flag that men have went into battle holding. That men have dies for so that it not fall. The flag mentioned in our national anthem. The flag that was raised by US Marines at Iwo Jima. The flag that flew over the WTC rubble. The flag that liberated Europe from true evil. Our flag has been saluted, burned, honored, hated, passed on to greiving family members who's fathers, sons, daughters, and the like, died for it.
School-children and adults alike pledge allegiance to the flag: our flag, not that wannabe South American monstrosity.
I think I'll stick with old glory, thank you very much.