The eagle flies on its sole journey
Looking down on barren fields
Empty rivers and toxic seas
The last bird on its final flight
Finding a branch of a dying tree to perch on
He looks out over the deserted land
The bones left as reminders
Of a battle no one could fight
There was no freedom found
No abundance to share
Only emptiness in these lands
The eagle rises and soars into the night
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