Thank God for Barbara Lee (d)

Carry debt as you proceed,
while eagle gathers his nest.
Sixty words the world to read,
no hatchling to be left.

Angles fell in dust and droves,
jumping without wings.
Children’s cries in untouched homes,
parents no longer sing.

Eagle, pachyderm and ass;
the roll call of Liberty
One decision to be passed,
one voice refused to plea.

She gathered council for the bell,
seeking answers to hate.
What happens tomorrow when we move?
Will our children wait?

The eagle swoops to threaten curse,
all whom oppose will flee.
But still the voice held concern,
thank God for Barbara Lee (d).

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