A POEM
This eagle must begin to see,
Even if its sight is dimmed in folds.
For, the blaze of hidden loots is blatant as noon.
Pierce, through the polished glass and
Map out the secret currents where fortunes flow.
And with your glaring sight, fish them out.
The eagle is not a D.J.
Stop selecting your hit track!
Not only the street’s bright boys, your easy prey.
But the daring predators who wear offices like armor.
Who braid the law into their nets,
Who haul away our bread and spread the usual crumbs.
Fish them out like rats in their holes,
From top to bottom,
Within our borders and across the ocean’s skin.
Give them baba-blue to clear their throats from spirited bottles.
Descend on them with fury and not just a tap on the wrist.
Unless you soar with them, feathered in the same wing.
Then, yes: we are indeed most miserably finished.
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