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by T.M.S. Sep 8, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
That September, the eagle, The symbol of our nation, Was attacked ruthlessly, Without hesitation. They tried to bring it down, To strike right between the eyes, But it was a horrible mistake, For the eagle never dies. Indeed, the wounded the eagle, In many ways, it will never heal, But the eagle didn't fall, The eagle's life, they didn't steal. The eagle is more powerful, Than they could've ever guessed, And the eagle was well ready, To take on this horrible test. The eagle turned around, Hunter turning into prey, Found where the strike came from, And starting flying their way. The eagle swooped down, From high in the air, And unleashed it's powerful talons, Which left no question there. The eagle is still fighting, And holding it's head up tall, Because it's now been proven, That the eagle will never fall.