Under the Umbrella
Under the umbrella
is the illusion in collusion
about the conclusion
Of the storm
It is here
Leak...LEak...LEAK
to the tip top peak
of the American pie
The walls are falling
Babies bawling
...fists
to the Eastern sky
Yelling to the tower
WHY!?!
Why won't the eagle fly
Saving souls that lie
Open, naked, barren
on the desert floor
........the eagle doesn't fly anymore.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-22
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