The Hungry Eagle (1967)

From The Western Socialist #5, 1967

Vietnam is not the eagle's only foe:

You try to set a limit to his needs —

The sons you feed him make his talons grow.

Hatched from workers' graves, he perches now

On arms that pet him while they fear his speeds;

Vietnam it not the eagle‘s only foe.

The death he spatters on the ground is slow. 

His human food lies thrashing in the reeds, 

The sons you feed him make his talons grow.

The eggs he saves have fire still to throw. 

His butane beak is sharper than his greeds; 

Vietnam is not the eagle's only foe.

You watch his wings above your home. and know

He never spirals near but what he feeds. 

The sons you feed him make his talons grow.

The meek are looking for a place to go. 

The rebels fight, the harbor statue bleeds; 

Vietnam it not the eagle's only foes; 

The time you feed him makes his talons grow.

Stan Blake