Today I saw an eagle who's wing was bent and could not fly.
And it saddened me to know this noble creature had been denied
Its sole purpose in life, to soar upon the wind, free and high,
Now left land bound, to hobble about and dream of wind and flight.
What stroke of fate condemned the bird to forfeit the etheral sky
And live out its sentence forever barred from the glorious heights
In which it once ruled supreme in might and speed and pride?
Do you suppose now that it wishes that it had died?
To see is to see all.
Edited by - Ben on 29 April 2000 23:11:32