SHADOW OF THE EAGLE
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Evil hands of terror have carved canyons
in our hearts
Dark rivers deep within run laden
tinged with salt
Embossed on purple silouettes are names
of those now gone
Memories float in crimson pools of pain
that won't move on
Stones that fell in churning smoke lie heavy
there inside
Our certain world, no longer whole, spins on
in somber time.
Then comes the mighty nation rising strong
to meet the foe
United in defense against the wounding of our souls.
Those cruel hands have pushed us all
across the Rubicon
And in the shadow of the eagle now
they run.
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Copyright (c) Beverly J. Caligaris 2001, 2008
All rights reserved
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I wrote this poem for the 9/11 event. Do you think it is still relevant?
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