FLY WITH THE EAGLES
Some like to grovel on the ground
with all the fiat they have found,
while others with the eagles fly,
seeing truth with the knowing eye.
Some pretend that they are brave,
whistling past the dollar‘s grave.
They hold their fiat to them fast,
fawning over the dreamy past.
While others live in the now
never to mirages do they bow,
knowing that GOLD has eyes to see,
what is false in every degree.
Be a GOLD EAGLE flying high
above all phantoms with their lie,
be a lover of everything real,
make only truth your ideal.
Then, only then, will you truly fly
having thrown away illusion’s lie.
GOLD is as real as this time now
never to fantasies will it bow
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