I am a bird, so small, so weak
Flies with the flock, don’t fight, don’t speak.
The kingdom is seen with light and height,
The hunger games are played at night
I perched on a tree to rest and stare,
To daydream what others, don’t you dare.
An eagle saw, sat next to me,
“Hello my friend, what is bothering thee?”
“I’m part of a flock I do not like,
We do the same. We do not fight
The world is dark, we choose to fly,
Ignored the lost, and let them die.”
He arched his back, his shoulders wide,
“You call it flight, but you just hide.
“The sky is yours, if you are bold”
The eagle rose, his feathers gold,
Then came a sound, bang! bang! bang!
near struck his eye, a deadly clang
With fist on air, he fell in light,
Protect the land boy! Fight! Fight Fight!
Bright fifty stars, broad stripes of red
The city of God where dreams are led
The land of the free and home of the brave
The nation stood, searching for Judas’ grave
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