When the Bird Falls

When the soaring bird falls,
To whom shall he pass the gall?
To whom shall he spit spite's sputum spray,
When flight fails and feathers fray?
Shall he cast scorn upon the wind,
For the gale it did send?
Shall he be greived with the earth,
For its rocky embrace now his berth?
Shall he admit the fault of his wings,
And acknowledge this, their failures sting?
Or shall he lift himself from battered, broken berth,
And forge himself a better, brighter rebirth?

Debt of a Degree

We still call it "the land of the free,"
But this generation's starting to see,
That though we call it "the land of the free,"
We bind ourselves to hear another decree,
"You've earned this degree."
Then the next two decades are burned to be free,
The crushing load of debt and poverty.
Living on borrowed money,
While l society is in solidarity.
Is it foul enough yet to taste funny?
We borrow money for house, car, degree,
Even for our mouths to feed.
Since when did intellectual enrichment,
Come at a cost of a life bent,
In indentured servitude to a bank statement?
This is not the life meant,
For our best and brightest, or for you and me,
Enslaved to a corporate and bank state,
Repression and servitude our fate.
Five fold the burden in one generation,
We must reprioritize in this nation,
All should be able to afford to earn a degree,
And promote our intellectual future in the land of the free.