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