Boats no longer pass her-
Planes boast their might from above.
Hopes and fares no longer suffice-
instead some are sacrificed.
Offered to please the beast.
Malicious laws that doom-
hopeful, fair lives.
Her beacon continuously beckons,
but even the lucky are not spared a glimpse.
The faithful and vigilant are
not where they ought to be.
Sitting on Capitol Hill are those
scared of life and difference-
lives dedicated to fear.
“Push! Onward men!”
They want their pawns to shout-
with an M16 in hand.
Too powerful are they-
who blind themselves to
grief-stricken, hollow eyes
that yearn to gaze upon her face.