When Eagles Fall
They will fall and not know why
Disaster ruled their beloved land
When Truth and Faith allowed to die
God released them from His Hand.
So They will crawl and eventually die
Their cries and pleas will be in vain
This nation lost, their God deny
Had pledged a partnership with Pain.
Their profane words that degenerate
Their cursive writing that sealed their fate
Like soaring eagles shot with arrows
Swift is their fall and much is their sorrow.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 2,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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