"The Eagle and the Fall"
O say can you see, from the towers so high,
A gleam in the steel and a spark in the sky?
The factories roared and the railways sang,
And liberty’s bell through the cities rang.
We rose from the soil, rough-handed and proud,
With faith forged in steel and heads unbowed.
The eagle soared on ambition's flame,
Each man in his dream, each street with a name.
From sea unto sea, we built and we bought,
In ticker tape winds, prosperity caught.
The market climbed like a hymn on the air—
A temple of glass, reflecting a prayer.
But greed wore a mask and danced in disguise,
A siren’s whisper in financier’s eyes.
And credit, like wine, flowed too freely at last,
While whispers of worry were buried in glass.
October arrived like a thief in the mist,
And struck with a silence too brutal to miss.
A breath, then a cry, then a plunge in the floor—
The numbers all bleeding, the dream no more.
Yet still in the ruins, beneath ash and flame,
Burned a stubborn belief in America’s name.
For even when mountains of fortune did crash,
The stars and the stripes held fast through the ash.
O nation of daring, of promise and pain,
You rise not once, but again and again.
Through boom and through bust, your story is spun—
A land still unfinished, still chasing the sun.
O say can you see, from the towers so high,
A gleam in the steel and a spark in the sky?
The factories roared and the railways sang,
And liberty’s bell through the cities rang.
We rose from the soil, rough-handed and proud,
With faith forged in steel and heads unbowed.
The eagle soared on ambition's flame,
Each man in his dream, each street with a name.
From sea unto sea, we built and we bought,
In ticker tape winds, prosperity caught.
The market climbed like a hymn on the air—
A temple of glass, reflecting a prayer.
But greed wore a mask and danced in disguise,
A siren’s whisper in financier’s eyes.
And credit, like wine, flowed too freely at last,
While whispers of worry were buried in glass.
October arrived like a thief in the mist,
And struck with a silence too brutal to miss.
A breath, then a cry, then a plunge in the floor—
The numbers all bleeding, the dream no more.
Yet still in the ruins, beneath ash and flame,
Burned a stubborn belief in America’s name.
For even when mountains of fortune did crash,
The stars and the stripes held fast through the ash.
O nation of daring, of promise and pain,
You rise not once, but again and again.
Through boom and through bust, your story is spun—
A land still unfinished, still chasing the sun.
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