Even one of the bravest and strongest animals cries at the destruction of this country.
Tears of Pain
Soaring above the skies,
The brave eagle glides
Below the clouds, witnessing
The mayhem that is unfolding.
Rivers of red,
Towers of fire,
Screams of war.
As the eagle flies,
It cries in despair,
Hoping for the country to repair.
The patrons despise everything,
Despise love,
Despise change,
Yet treasure sin.
Screams tear the country apart,
Blood flows onto the art
And their culture, and the melting
Pot flows with death.
