Fallen EagleFallen Eagle by BridgetKirkland
The great bird flew across the skies.
In it's hands were many lives.
Though caged it was not hindered.
Though safe it was thought,
One tiny speck of gold
Grew quickly in it's plumage.
'Till down it fell to the ground,
Reduced to just a skeleton,
Resembling a setting sun.
And rose the cry:
'Oh the humanity!'