lady liberty

She stands there, 

head held up high

forever staring at the sky

until those men

(with their pitchforks and matches)

tear her down into debris. 

She throws her torch

into the air,

not afraid of what's to come

but what would she say now

(to all of those tyrants talking)

when she looks down at this petty world. 

She holds her book

with promises of liberty and freedom

and a new world;

she still lives in ignorance and bliss

(with hopes that shaped centuries)

not knowing we let her down like this.