A boy,
Only in the third grade.
He saw a Bald Eagle one day.

A teacher,
Somewhere in his thirties.
He said they don’t exist in this area.

The students,
Who admire the teacher for his way of words.
They refused to believe the boy.

The Eagle,
He was in plain sight.

Yet the teacher said no way, and the students agreed.
The boy stood by what he believed,
The students shunned him because they couldn’t see,
The Eagle soaring in front of their eyes,
And the teacher convinced them with powerful lies.

The teacher knew all,
So it seemed.
The next day he was arrested,
Caught in a drug scene.
The students were confused,
He always seemed right,
But before they could see it,
The Bald Eagle had died.

So remember one thing,
Never buy another’s con,
Because when you finally notice they lied,
The Bald Eagle could be gone.

This poem was written/submitted by Christopher Price.