The Eagle Cries Alone

A lone eagle flies toward the storm His conscience crashing in his head Loud enough to suppress the discord of His country in turmoil He knows not half of his countrymen His inordinate comfort comes from inexperience in governing and inability to understand people's needs which are spawned by his own pathology Occupying a position beyond his meager awareness He strides as if he owns the world A make-believe king-fish dangling on his own petard Yet he strides confidently toward his self-bestowed pitfalls Unknown pitfalls mark his future For now, we the people ignore nefarious events around the world, but misinformation flourishes at home and bodies of established law fall Truth and good judgment are plagued prisoners Yet the eagle marches to an overwhelming drumbeat Pounding common sense to the ground Plotting to undermine laws that have passed the test of time No one can run anymore, no one can hide The expected Fourth Reich in America Is now in place.