Lady Liberty Lamentation

if you look real close
out there in the harbor
(just ignore the crown
and that torch for now)
you can see
Her head drooping down
ever so slightly
as She remembers
eight years of misery:
empty boots,
last refuge roofs,
dog food for dinner,
fat cat, the only winner,
everyone below,
just a sinner.

take your wounds
and sing hopeful tunes:
maybe then, Her head
will rise up again.

January 11, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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