I see it, the collusive statue of liberty,
overshadowed with a mushroom gloom,
for it stands contrary to its form.
Empire dynasty equals twenty-first century civilization,
Her pretentious light held up high,
Ground zero equates the treachery of her light,
Liberty? Policy cost of myriad grief,
Policy benefit, economic liberty of a posse
Her flame golden, much like the fire she explodes
Might heralds her liberty, negative in potentialities supremacy
Positive for the few who hold access and indulgence of a switch
As her flame sends beam to across the ocean
Its wave rapes access to her pretentious glare.
Where Marx hints, Lenin installs Stalin abuses and Gorbachev fails
.Her glare dominates her dynasties capability against an
enemy beacon How can her liberty destroy that which is declared
other than hers. As of which, what channel of events rivers her
present? Home waters drenched with ancient red genocide and
Intolerance. Warning!!! vandals, Goths, the mightiest do fall…
for where she holds her torch up high, she burns the souls of others
in her metaphor, she allures ability and sneers on you her might
let you not be fooled, her machinery equates only the act of ego
were liberty is me, it is not you, but when it is us it is true!
This is the light she fails to portray, and her light becomes gold.
She is a token Gnome of the territory where she declares the
Path of those titans that her crown points up towards
Those whom have constructed her convenience, truth obscured
By the illusion of her conceptual endeavour, where her feet has printed,
Stained with swastikas and oil stains, capitalist gain new
Awe and shock for ambient obedience- as if scented by a peter with a flute,
allured, the masses follow the masters tune over the hill into ignorance.
the gold she holds so high up unshared.
Where institution offers a medium of acknowledgement-generation
Mere survival may scare and restrict the pursuit of passion in liberty
Evolution, evolution.. What light of your glory do you succumb us too
Is the higher self of morality, faith an agenda or deflection?
Of our species being’s liberty as generated by the essence
Of light of which we are cosmically born,
What torch of liberty’s existential detail do you
Beckon us to gather as the real torch is given to ground.
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