Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry
The Day the Eagle Cried by Bobby Smith
It's a day carved in our memory, Evil
flying in the air,
Taking with it precious loved ones, to a
death of great despair;
Aroused Heros 'midst the hatred, saving
lives they stood to fight,
Each one became a Hero,...the day the
Eagle cried:
As the gray cloud of destruction, blocked the light from those who
fled, Someone yelled, "Grab the
shoulder of the one in front!"
he said;
"Don't let go, just keep on walking,
walk until you see the light"
His voice became a Hero...the day the
Eagle cried:
Into the mouth of Hell they entered, Policemen, Fireman, Women,
men, Swallowed down the fear of dying,
digging deep for strength
within;
Climbing stairs to face the Devil, Jesus
drew them to his side,
So many souls became a Hero...the day the
Eagle cried:
In the aftermath of horror, workers digging with bare hands,
Determined faces, in the rubble, looking
for their fellow man;
As they cut through steel and load it,
truckers working day and
night,
Yes they all became Heros...the day the
Eagle cried:
Families left to bear the burden, gather strength to carry on,
Children calling Daddy's cell phone, just
to hear his voice come on
Families gather to pay tribute, telling
stories with true pride,
Oh so many brave Heros...the day the Eagle
cried:
For a week or more we cried there, on the couch with endless news
Then we dug out all our flags, and we put
them all in use;
On the airways, on the highways, on the
Web, we did unite,
Paying tribute to our Heros...as we dried
the Eagle's eye:
Eagle flying in the air now, seeking justice and resolve,
As "United We Are Standing," and
our plan for peace evolves;
Countries all around the world, standing
firmly at our side,
So many souls became Heros...the day the
Eagle cried: