Eyes of An Eagle
Eyes of an Eagle
If I had the eyes of an eagle,
And the strength of wings to
fly,
I'd put a camera on my proud
chest,
And off to DC, I would fly.
My fuel is my rage against
all out to destroy this great nation,
With breaking news, hideous
lies and false allegations...
America!! Berated daily in
international publications!
Against all God believing men and women,
Using that meaningless term,
"Conversation", as some universal justification.
It's a word to validate all things unethical.
Like infanticide, simply twisted, to mean....
"Oh, it's just medical."
A murdered child's warm blood splashing~
on the icy cold, gleaming marble floor.
Her tiny fists clenched in rage as Mommy
walks out the butcher's door!
I cry, "no more, no more!"
Panagiota Romios
2/28//2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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