Mine litterære krumspring

A man from the hills above once said that the spirit of an eagle lies deep inside our hearts.
The hunt gives us strength of a bull and the arrow extends our deadly breath.
The Eagle comes back to feed the warrior to battle and prepare his journey.

The man living next to the river once told me that arrowheads are made with love and care.
The animal deaths are sacred and protected by every warrior as he kills with no lust.
The Eagle gives him peace and harmony in the transfer of the slain beast’s powers.

A woman living in the town next to us says that we are a threat to her and her husband.
The following day we spot soldiers on the hillside ready to kill us for a woman’s fear.
The Eagle screams drowns in the roar of guns and following silence of no living person.

A person in the future will ask if an advanced civilization would go down so easily.
The question is rather why you feared our ways of life so immensely that you could kill a child.
The Eagle saw and felt his heart die and his lungs were emptied of blood and air.