The Eagle
- May 28, 2016
- 1 min read
Eagle Eagle, gliding high
Through the blueness of the sky
What romantic, rose-veiled eye
Traced thy wide-winged majesty?
On what grounds did man decide
To make this bird our seal of pride?
Though ages old this kinship be
In whom could he this likeness see?
Owner of the belt-fed gun?
She who shuns her outted son?
Dreamer of a border wall?
Critic of the dark-skinned doll?
Caster of distrusting glare?
Fouler of the sea and air?
She who protests right to choose?
He whose youth he fears to lose?
What the cop who shoots down child?
What the man who jilts the wild?
What the frozen woman’s wage?
What the inmate’s dismal cage?
Is this arm that stretches far
Aware its very veins are marred?
Does this voice that orders all
Know its hoarseness presages fall?
Eagle Eagle, gliding high
Through the blueness of the sky
What romantic, rose-veiled eye
Traced thy wide-winged majesty?
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