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Eagle’s Perspective
From the highest peak, I take flight.
With my wings spread, I soar throughout the night. Many below fear my speed, And in my talons, they shall bleed.
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I am an eagle feared in the skies, For the world is my oyster, a daring game of surprise. Soaring from my nest, I heartily seek prey
To gather nourishment for the very next day.
Lawmaker
Jasmine Owens
The congressman sits; a bullet in the chamber
An impish liar, scratching at the gold in my eyes
She is dead but she is not blind; how dare you blame her?
A single willful finger draws subtle snaps from a pen, like it is his saber
To think it was only a summer ago when she put on her disguise
The congressman sits; a bullet in the chamber
Shoe leather faces crack around words that form another disclaimer
Shoe leather faces shadow themselves following her demise
She is dead but she is not blind; how dare you blame her?
Wild whispers catch fire and defame her
Above the House thunder cracks open the skies
The congressman sits; a bullet in his chamber
We the people will rob from the grave of our neighbor
And you know what we’ll call it? We’ll call it enterprise
She is dead but she is not blind; how dare you blame her?
Who is the enemy of the fallen star and why do we press her into labor?
Why is her flesh and her blood the prize?
The congressman sits; a bullet in his chamber
She is dead but she is not blind; how dare you blame her?
