The Eagle Weeps No More

Down through misty corridors of memory, a fiery image sweeps..
Another Day of Infamy, and once more the Eagle weeps.

Lives are shattered, broken hearts are grieving, faces etched with pain..
A faceless, nameless Enemy, the Eagle's head blood-stained.

Through clouds of ashes, fire and smoke, and cries of agony..
The Enemy's laughter echoes as he dances in his glee.

Innocence lost in a flaming cloud, a nation's people mourn,
But amid its unthinkable horror, are courage and honor reborn.

'Midst hope, and compassion, and sacrifice, the Eagle's head is unbowed..
America, raised up on Eagle's wings, stands tall and strong and proud.

God has gathered His people together, and the Eagle weeps no more..
For Sweet Liberty still lifts her torch beside our country's shore.

Poem By Peggy Cone
9/16/01


The beautiful image above was my inspiration for the poem.
God bless America.
Angel-X