Up there, gliding on an ever widening circle of flight <br />The eagle hovers and scans the stretch of the land <br />Looking for some semblance of divine sense <br />But no, the carmine splotches on the desert floor <br />Offered no comfort nor solace for tired wings to rest <br />Everywhere it seems violent carnage has taken its toll <br />Indiscriminate slaughter of the ignorant and the innocent <br />The best of men lacking the resolve to stop the inhumanity <br />While the senseless and callous intently inflict their mayhem <br /> <br />Will God intervene or is this is the way of all things? <br />Natural laws enacting, a ruthless decree to save the many <br />From deprivation, from the inability of natural providence <br />To give each of God's children a share of His munificence <br />Who are the many? Are African refugees counted among them? <br />Are the people of poor countries not part of the many to be saved? <br />Oh the pain, oh the wretchedness of not being chosen <br />Deprived of a divine birthright, a promise of salvation reneged <br />Throw away humans, bargaining chips in the eternal balance <br /> <br />The eagle soars on, the land below will always be a hostile patchwork <br />No matter how stretched his wings, no matter how keen his eyes <br />No favorable wind will find him restful oases and idyllic Edens<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flight-of-the-eagle/
