By my bidding and mine alone

Are eagles commanded to fly

Over those islands of short, brown men
On my shoulders are epaulets
And chevrons of the brightest gold:
I come from a golden country.
My words are heavy as nuggets.
Where they fall they chip away
at what rocks you may have
in brown hand or in brown soul
it will do you no good
to challenge of weight of gold
gold is the heaviest metal
the talons of our eagles
are capped with gold.
Their beaks are of pure gold.
They are trained
To gouge our rebel innards/
Brown flesh can never hold.
But to you who listen
In our golden cries
For a golden peace
Let there be gold between us
Pacify the unlettered
Those of you who have
Been lettered in Spain
Do this and our eagles
Will look at you as gold
And not as brown
Do this and you will eat
Meat from their golden beaks
Meat gathered by
Their golden talons.
Let there be gold
between us.