You have always had my admiration
beautiful symbol in the land of the free
But the branch can be your weakest link
if the nest is built in an uncertain tree
I wander beside you in thunder and rain
I mourn your terrible loss and sorrow
I sought and found the answer to
your questioning of a brighter tomorrow
But were the shared tears and this pain
a prelude to a worldwide austere fear?
Like a diluting and venomuous toxin
A dissolving of a uniting atmosphere
The whirling path of a one-tracked mind
will that be the substitute of our destiny?
Will the fifth cover up a terrible faux pas
as lives are wasted and turned into debris?
Read between the lines of the history
or you will never have the ability to see
If you are born in the land of vengeance
you will never live in a land of the free.
My poetry index
