But My Boy's in a Shroud

Fri, 11/09/2018 - 21:13 -- adelury

Your eagle stands proud,

Crowing over these brown rubies sprawled.

But my boy's in a shroud


Everyone has bowed,

Neglecting their duties while their wounds remained raw.

Your eagle stands proud.


The irksome flames of discord condense to a cloud.

Burning more, for justice, I think naught--

But my boy's in a shroud.


My heart is plagued with a drought--

A drought of sorrow, unlifted though I called.

Your eagle stands proud.


Your eagle now has a crown,

Eating grapes, uncaring to what it wrought.

But my boy's in a shorud.


And my son who has vowed

To protect your eagle even when gnawed.

Your eagle stands proud.

But my boy's in a shroud.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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