Through all history’s stages

Battle scenes play out

Through glossy, thick pages

Men called to war remain stout.

With swords and shields

Across mountains and plains

Across forests and fields

Gripping horses’ reins.

With cannons and hulls

Under storm and clear

Under pelicans and gulls

Gripping helm and pier.


Off California’s southern coast

A mess of which not to boast

One hundred thousand plus gallons of oil

Putting nature through extreme toil.

Some effects stare you right in the face.

Birds cannot keep up their migratory pace

Flying forty-five days for a month long trip

More easily caught by…

To abide or not to abide

The question begotten by my pride

Frustrations pile up, I’ve had enough

Worn down is my spirit, no longer tough

An ugly, painful truth I have to concede

With too many goals I do not succeed.

I cannot get a customer to sign


From land of poppy

From imperial graveyard

From nation building

After presidents, four

After years, twenty

After dollars, billions

Proud eagle flees

Many wishes unfulfilled

Many feathers plucked

Many hatchlings…

Patrick McCorkle

I am a recent college graduate with a major in Political Science, History and Spanish who has a keen interest in politics.

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