We don't deserve this freedom,
Lets commit it to the flame.
Instead of seeking the solution,
We point our fingers and we blame.
In a land of conflicting values,
Do you not expect a constant war?
For every single man that dies,
Best plan to bury thousands more.
We betrayed our greatest gift,
And we aren't worthy anymore.
We won't turn to the wounded eagle
Struggling to maintain its soar.
Destruction is upon us,
But we refuse to heed the call.
But we will self-righteously weep
The day that eagle burns and falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An incredible poem. I enjoyed reading it.