Eagle Cry

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    Eagle Cry


    There are lands near and far
    that bare many deep red scares.
    Great am I; but people they mar.
    Only the love for power is for hire.


    Lonely, dark mid-night without moonlight.
    An infinite hole and my heart it doth bite.
    These ghostly prison bars restrict might,
    devastation bestowed to freedom as a bomb-sight.


    Are we, Pinocchio citizens never to be free?
    Should we flee strings that they attach to thee?
    How can we act as programmed robots, break and flee?
    Shall we experience peace; by what degree?


    Mr. Eagle scream & cry and return from thy dust.
    Give us liberty and justice; for this I so lust.
    Banish the ghostly bars that bind and oppress us.
    Wake up America or go quietly without a fuss?

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    SavVySam commented on Eagle Cry

    07-20-2010

    Such timely and impacting words in this fresh piece! This last line is just chilling!!! "Wake up America or go quietly without a fuss?"Great work!;)
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    Shadowwalker commented on Eagle Cry

    10-15-2009

    Lovely and well written. You have a wonderful way ot thinking and speak the words of Native Tongue in this one. My people feel the same. Good work
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    romina983 commented on Eagle Cry

    10-08-2009

    wonderfully written by a true American, whose love for her country is shown in a great poetical manner!!!
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    orsonav commented on Eagle Cry

    07-25-2009

    This is a very patriotic poem. You used very nice word choices, and poem conveyed a feeling of instructional correct literature. Great poem.
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    ginga commented on Eagle Cry

    07-13-2009

    This surely does more to my psyche then just open my eyes. It grips your heart and soul. You have framed this in such a way it is like a never-ending story of what ills we allow to ravage U.S. Asking for Mr. .Eagle to return from thy dust was the clincher. Nice word choices, choosing archaic words like thee, thy, really does this poem justice. ginga
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    GentleT

    07/13/2009

    Thank you so much ginga! That is how I felt when I wrote it.

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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