The Demise Of The Eagle Poem by James L. A. Huetson

The Demise Of The Eagle



As a lad I sat on the ground,
High on Table Mountain,
And watched the Eagles fly around,
So many you could hardly count them.
My collie and my cocker beside me,
Always on the alert to keep me safe,
And I truly understood being free.

Ah! The eagle, that symbol of freedom,
Was chosen to be the icon of our nation.
Our country has often sounded the war-drum,
Calling upon us to protect our freedom with action.
We responded time after time to the call,
Because living a life with no freedom,
Was, in fact, not living life at all.

The latest call of the drums of war was,
Deceitfully titled Operation Iraqi Freedom.
This was to make it sound like an honorable cause.
The Patriot Act was passed initiating a chasm,
That stripped citizens of Habeas Corpus,
Their privacy, and made it so if they challenged,
This loss of Liberty they appeared Faithless.

The sequence then is this.
Iraqi Freedom is a myth to send our troops away,
And foster fear at home to lead us all amiss.
The patriot is maligned to betray,
His right to voice dissent against the lies,
That caused his loss of Liberty and Freedom.
Then thus the Eagle dies.

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