Flight map to the truth - for you, Eagle
Copied emotions' flood
engulfs your true vision,
false sorrow and lied blood,
devil's fake illusion
shows theatrical scenes
with artificial love
of simulated queens,
sacred spirit's white dove
escapes your spurious
daydream, when you exchange
truth to lies, the anxious
night covers sacred days,
where you get lost inside
a tawdry, false disguise,
march of a sly tongue's pride,
longspun, boastful, loud lies,
deep, your soul feels questions'
squeeze, where are true borders?
till when can this suggestion
manipulate you with orders?
do you understand now,
my broken winged Eagle?
the difference, you know,
is elusive seagull,
flies silently, lonely,
on God's holy skies,
the truth is seen only
by your heart's inner eyes.
Eva