The American Eagle
I saw a poster of the American Eagle
with a tear falling from his eye.
The twin towers were in the background
with smoke hovering in the sky.
Part of the world hates us,
they want to see us die.
They use planes as bombs, send warfare,
scheme and plot and lie!
But our Lady still stands with the torch in her hand,
even though there's smoke in the sky
and the Eagle still flies with a tear in his eye,
flies strongly over our land!
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