I saw a wounded Eagle, amidst a stormy sky his wounds, appearing fatal, suggested he would die he barely had the stamina, his wings would need to fly but an unknown source, of inner strength, enabled him to try He flew out of the darkness, of the storm into the night slow but quite consistent, was the weary Eagle’s flight his pace was finally broken, by the early morning light ‘till the faces of Mount Rushmore, were a safe and welcome sight His wounds had time to heal, while he took refuge there the Eagle learned the wisdom, that the faces had to share he would seek the aid of allies, like himself who truly care a special breed of people, uniquely bold and rare His mission still before him, the wind beneath his wing he sought the Bell of Liberty, again to hear it ring “The Star Spangled Banner”, I heard him proudly sing to the remnant of Old Glory, I watched his talons cling He gathered “We the People”, in hopes that he could find a chosen few, who see the truth, though most today are blind by bureaucrats and media, whose truth is well defined for those whose thoughts can be controlled, deep in their narrow mind The few that he was seeking, the few who understand that Freedom has been tricked away, by simply slight of hand by traitors who are building, what our enemies have planned the few can help the Eagle, restore Freedom to our land He pledged allegiance to the flag, encouraged by the few and others came to realize, the truth they never knew the few of “We the People”, immensely grew and grew which made the traitors realize, they’ve lost control of you They tried to kill the Eagle, for standing in their way they left the Eagle wounded, his death not far away but he’s returned to warn us, and make the traitors pay the people now are waking up, the Eagle’s here to stay His strength’s increased a hundred-fold, he’s soaring through the sky he’s bringing back the Freedom, traitors stole from you and I he’s seeking out their presence, with a vengeance in his eye I saw a wounded Eagle, I couldn’t let him die whiteoutpress/articles/2014/q3/4th-july-poem-i-saw-w... Tags: America, Day, Exceptionalism, Fourth, Freedom, Independence, July, of
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