O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
Yes, though the NSA has a higher resolution picture.
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
No, it’s all gone when we wake up. Personal liberty, the rule of law and the right to individual privacy are gone.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
The perilous fight to spy on every American citizen, and the citizens of foreign countries. Illegitimate, unlawful roguishness devoid of just cause.
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
Streaming Skype calls, texts, phone records, emails, web history of every American that dares use the Internet with any expectation of privacy.
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
And if it didn’t, the executive branch and NSA can illegally snoop to verify that the American flag has been firmly planted in the growing garden of rogue, illiberal states, or flown in the rooms where secret courts convene.
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
No. There’s nothing brave about the President of the United States ordering drone strikes, controlled from several thousand miles away to engage in “surgical strikes” in the name of “national security” killing innocent foreign citizens.
The land of the free? Free insofar as you are allowed to be, at the discretion of what is a de facto surveillance state. Free to have your emails intercepted without warrant. Free to have a representation of your sovereign person-hood built based on illegally intercepted communications.