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Of the Eagle
Once the beacon of this shimmering domain,
What have they don't to you grand Eagle?
Abandoned, the spirit Eagle, unteathered, searching
"Sea to shining Sea" as a light, a design of its creator.
The oppressors, with shameful deception speaks no truth
to spare this illustrious symbol of liberty.
The once Seated Bull, once great, once a nation known,
Witness to the oppressors contempt. Yet fell prey
To a promise spoken. We know now!
Oh; "woe is me" ! No longer written for jesters court, now
Entangled as in a shakespearean drama. The deception turns
Toward "We the People".
Hail oh great and illustrious Eagle.
Pluck out the eyes of the imposter.
Return us to sanity, to justice, to liberty and happiness.
Rise with abounding strength above mankind.
You were born to restore, refresh and redeem the sons of liberty.
Copyright ©
Ray Zottola
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