Chapter Eighty-Three

EAGLE
[ to the tune "Seagull" by Paul Rodgers and Mick Ralphs;
performed by Bad Company, from the album Bad Company ]


       Eagle fly high over American homeland
       One nation's symbol; proud, brave and true
       Eagle cries out "Free we the people!"
       Crying for me and crying for you
       Eagle fly by the face of Rushmore Mountain
       Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt, Lincoln
       Hear the tried blood of our patriots calling
       Eagle fly east---march on Washington

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


       Eagle fly over New York City harbor
       Politics of sewage polluting the sea
       Torch of our lady snuffed by corruption
       Leaving wretched millions in homeless poverty
       Eagle fly south to congressional tower
       Thieves of the people play their trump cards
       Selling our future to the highest lobby power
       Buying elections with Wall Street rewards

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


       Eagle fly by quiet factory and truck stop
       18-wheel trucks all parked in a row
       They've raised fuel prices and lowered our wages
       Parked all in a row and no where to go
       Eagle fly out to America's heartland
       Tilling the tired land of Mother Earth
       The pitiless bank is foreclosing our farmland
       Land of our father and grandfather's birth!

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


       Eagle fly west over busy L.A. freeway
       People coming and going and heading nowhere
       Lost in a game of greed and survival
       Eagle cries out "doesn't somebody care?"
       Eagle fly low over cramped welfare city
       Handouts of food stamps and a low rent perk
       If we eat better for free why should we bother
       Going back to school or looking for work?

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


       Eagle fly high over Hollywood Boulevard
       Corporation wealth in control of our brain
       Put meaningful art back into our culture
       Your plate of mediocrity drives us insane
       Eagle fly by the gilded church steeple
       Claiming to worship the true God who cares
       If you do, why don't you pawn all your stain-glass?
       Let our homeless sleep on your fancy oak chairs

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


       Eagle fly up north through redwood canyon
       The forest is empty, the trees are all gone
       The rivers are poisoned with greed's pollution
       "You've ruined my skies and destroyed my home!"
       Eagle cries out to the Great Spirit
       Great Father of our native Americans
       "Light the tired heart of we the people
       May Yeshua Messiah lead us on home"

       Now you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down
       Yeah you fly, oh so high, over land of the brave and the free
       And you cry, "We the people, stand up and march for liberty!"
       And you fly through the lies of our Gomorrah pollution skies
       And you fly all around 'till somebody shoots you down


The Nihewan Foundation      The Achievable Foundation


DEDICATED TO:  Native American activist, song writer and recording artist Buffy Sainte-Marie and motion picture actor of conscience and integrity, Dustin Hoffman; may love lift us up where we belong.


           


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