The cloud of fear

The demon of terror

Our tears fell as he signaled to his brothers

Of our defeat, of his proud unyielding hatred

Upon the citadel of freedom and power

He spoke his curse

“Fear is your master,

Liberty is no more”

With our attention diverted

With just a whack and a hack

He brought down our legs

And knocked us on our backs

We mourned and wailed

But we will never be defeated

We will only remember

The petty curses of our enemies

They have no power

Free and strong

The Bald Eagle shall fly forever