An Eagle Screams
by Mike Blades
In the still of the night
you can hear the eagle scream,
as yet another hidden hero
slips into an eternal dream.
The years have been too unkind,
like the demons within and out.
Slow -- the clocks eternal wind.
Compatriots consumed with doubt.
I wonder where they are, they say,
in a language you can't understand.
The hardest of their hearts begin to sink,
as an hourglass, slipping away in the sand.
For many, freedom is just around that bend,
but they may never escape those chains.
It's time for a nation to make amends,
and fulfill their dutiful claims.
Break the shackles and open the cage.
Let freedom ring and ring.
Never stay those bells, forever age
and watch me weep and sing.
For only than will I be free
to celebrate the true Independence way.
Quell that screaming eagle please.
Give meaning back to the real Independence Day!
Mike Blades 1998
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