"For the Flying Eagle"
By david enicks
All around, tears are heard
shed for the dying people.
All around, cheers are heard
sang for the flying eagle.
A wooden fence splitting the sounds,
one side with party and drink and joy
one side with bodies falling down
very few know it is all a ploy
The leaders, the generals
they neither sing nor cry
they just watch, seeing the falls
watching the people die
With an eagle disguise,
they hover above
giving men their knives
while the men cry 'enough'
and then the 'eagle' replies,
you are fighting for freedom
it is fine if you die
and so to battle they do run.
For the flying eagle.
(c)david enicks|2013
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