The Eagle Poem by Scott Forster

The Eagle



'Where liberty is, there is my country”
-Benjamin Franklin

The eagle is trapped in a cage
Its wings clipped for many an age
It tries to fly but is struck a violent blow
And the resilient eagle is once more laid low
Men of folly treat it as a game
Those who should know better berate it’s honoured name
Such misery such grief
that powers that be without common sense
delight in such wicked mischief
lies have led the good astray
to cast spears and turn all our feet to clay
parting people in conflict like a red sea
wise talk of virtue rapidly flee
replaced by talk of ruler decree
You see
You see
You see
Please understand me
I had came to speak to thee
Let my words awaken ye
Do not lightly bid farewell this omen
Capture and crystalise this moment.

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Scott Forster

Scott Forster

Edinburgh, Scotland
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