Be it the la'nd of soaring eagles,
or sandy wastelands barren of water...
The darkest hour, where were our angles,
When the majesties dual feel to slaughter?
We brought it upon our selves this time?
could it be our constant interference?
Our country we thought was in its prime,
Question we should our bl’ind adherence.
Usually go’od things must have an end,
For the soaring eagle... eternity
For if there be a freed person any,
In their minds "eagles" will soar... unity
Remember now what was hatched from dreams,
As the eagle is, ones loving redeem. . .
Author notes
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Written April 30th, 2006
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