by Te Ora

Created on: April 12, 2011   Last Updated: April 13, 2011

Trumped

The Eagle sat in his
Ivory tower
Firing apprentices
Wielding power
Day after day
Hour after hour

At his side faithfully
His little chicks sat
Aware of the meaning
Of corporate brat
And exactly where
Nepotism was at

But daddy was restless
And totally bored
So, deciding to wander
Away he soared
To survey other ventures
Elsewhere he explored

Over a big White House
He excitedly flew
And in an instant
He finally knew
What it was
He wanted to do

The calling card
He decided to drop
Landed upon
The occupant’s top
Causing him to
Suddenly stop

And looking up
Into the sky
He saw the Eagle
Soaring by
And asked the question
I wonder why?

He called for security
S.W.A.T teams, the lot
Thinking it was
A terrorist plot
And believe it
Or not
That poor old eagle
They shot

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