Fly With The Eagles(Political) Poem by Poet of the River

Fly up so high,
above the clouds and rain,
in to the deep blue of the sky,
ware there is no pain,

The sky will part,
wile the birds take wing,
as they harmonically start,
to swell up and sing,

They sing for the fallen,
they sing for the lost,
they sing for the survivors,
who ruffed out the frost,

They protect the defenseless,
honor the living,
who lay down defenses,
to protect the remaining,


Now you've herd it from me,
their is no ware better to be,
then in the clear blue sky ware you can see,
as you flying on the wings of the eagles.