We at Whiteout Press came across this touching and impassioned poem way back in the late ’80’s or early ’90’s. We were at the height of our youthful idealism and undying patriotism. The author’s words inspired us to fight the good fight on behalf of the American people. Two decades later, from a dirty, yellowed piece of paper, we’ve transcribed the unforgettable words of Mr. Thelen Paulk.
I Saw A Wounded Eagle
By: Thelen Paulk
I saw a wounded Eagle, amidst a stormy sky
his wounds, appearing fatal, suggested he would die
he barely had the stamina, his wings would need to fly
but an unknown source, of inner strength, enabled him to try
He flew out of the darkness, of the storm into the night
slow but quite consistent, was the weary Eagle’s flight
his pace was finally broken, by the early morning light
‘till the faces of Mount Rushmore, were a safe and welcome sight
His wounds had time to heal, while he took refuge there
the Eagle learned the wisdom, that the faces had to share
he would seek the aid of allies, like himself who truly care
a special breed of people, uniquely bold and rare
His mission still before him, the wind beneath his wing
he sought the Bell of Liberty, again to hear it ring
“The Star Spangled Banner”, I heard him proudly sing
to the remnant of Old Glory, I watched his talons cling
He gathered “We the People”, in hopes that he could find
a chosen few, who see the truth, though most today are blind
by bureaucrats and media, whose truth is well defined
for those whose thoughts can be controlled, deep in their narrow mind
The few that he was seeking, the few who understand
that Freedom has been tricked away, by simply slight of hand
by traitors who are building, what our enemies have planned
the few can help the Eagle, restore Freedom to our land
He pledged allegiance to the flag, encouraged by the few
and others came to realize, the truth they never knew
the few of “We the People”, immensely grew and grew
which made the traitors realize, they’ve lost control of you
They tried to kill the Eagle, for standing in their way
they left the Eagle wounded, his death not far away
but he’s returned to warn us, and make the traitors pay
the people now are waking up, the Eagle’s here to stay
His strength’s increased a hundred-fold, he’s soaring through the sky
he’s bringing back the Freedom, traitors stole from you and I
he’s seeking out their presence, with a vengeance in his eye
I saw a wounded Eagle, I couldn’t let him die
