Tainted smile, upon the Eagle's feet he tries to sit
He boasts about his bravery, his greatness
But, her eyes see the oppression, those hurting and with a fighter's spirit she whispers: Resist
He believes he walks upon the light
He thinks his shadow never dims
But, Liberty sees his tarnished, corroded soul
And knows that hate never wins
Hate might seem like it triumphs, but only enjoys a cold feast
Evil might appear to ride in a chariot of gold
But, love is the true, conquering beast
By Romi N. Andrews ©
