Survivalist Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Swooping down was an arrow in the sky,
the arrow pierced through scales
and went back up into the sky
It found a safe place and bit through scales
like a sword thrusted through armor
The eyes upon a claw jumped around
like a teenager on meth
The fish took it's final breath
It was picked to the bone
The bald eagle seems alone
A stalking murderer on the prowl
but in the day time not in the evening like an owl
How could this beautiful creature be decimated
by it's usage with in the symbols of our country
True we have a lot in common
We like to devour some prey
but ours is not for survival
unlike the bald eagle
We only need survival