...The Eagle or The Honor (What Came First?)

Fri, 04/07/2017 - 23:12 -- Sloth

The eagle flutters prouder than ever,

His glorious screech duetting with snorts.

A noble past, he muddies and severs

He feats and gorges ‒ a chicken of sorts.

Hooting like an owl at all who enter

Forgetting his youth, he’s proud but alone

Disrupting the nest, he must be the center

Coup after coup ‒ he dances on his throne;

But a coup to a coop, unbeknownst snaring.

Chambers of evil, he mimics the cow.

Outwardly bold, but lacks heart of daring.

No less backwards than the dragon under Mao.

For a bird is a bird: all are the same.

Eagle a chicken, if honor estranged.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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