Angel Eyes

America though flawed, is always beautiful. After all, nothing's truly perfect.Except God.

As the world begins to convalesce
And its many people coalesce
At it's icy peak it melts away
Destined to drown in a wave of  consequence

In turn it will deliver a message of dire neglect
Rooted from cause and effect
From when they had nothing to say yesteray                                                     
And could impact our present regret

Yet in its land flies an eagle young and free
Beautiful and perfect to it's line of symmetry
and though each half faces opposing ways
It wishes only to fly elegantly



And when she spreads her wings
The world feels her winds
Though her sky is grey today
It promises wonderous things