Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!
The Statue of Liberty no longer a beacon welcoming the world to the American shores.
The USA now ruled by Trumps ruthless regime of misfits and abusers. His supporters just standing by, watching the circus of insanity that they have brought to the Capital. Complicity!
ICE rounding up innocent civilians, immigrants and even tourists. Then subjecting them to terror and abuse.
This is the age of enrichment and self-centered politicians who feel entitled to take what is not theirs to take from the poor and the destitute. Of war mongering pirates on the high seas! The age of Bitcoin and Bribes. The age of ignorance, lies, misinformation, broken promises and treaties.
Oh Liberty
Oh Liberty, by your grace, your poise—dear
friend of mine,
I see your torch held high, a beacon burning
bright through time.
How I admire your crown, so justly worn, your
virtues bold,
With faith and courage beating strong within
my heart and soul.
For you, Liberty, the checkered road I’ve
left behind,
To live within your light and dream again of
better times.
The past—of pain and sorrow—where in misery I
dwelt,
Now bound as one beneath freedom’s gaze, I
stand, not knelt.
At sight of you, my hope, my strength, my
dreams take root,
In freedom found, my restless mind stands
resolute.
From those who sought to press upon my head a
crown of thorns,
To tear away my liberty and leave my spirit
torn.
Each rising sun sets fire anew within your
lifted flame,
A path to freedom found, where all may come
and stake a claim.
Oh Liberty, kindred spirit, with your sacred
tablet held,
A living word of freedom, where oppression
once was quelled.
Your broken chains and shattered shackles
speak of what was cast—
Of tyrannies and rigid caste that bound us to
the past.
The jangle now drowned by The Liberty Bell in
Philadelphia rung,
To the sound of the anthem in The
Star-Spangled Banner sung.
Oh Liberty, reminder of the values for which
you’ve stood fast,
In threat of foreign wars, and fear still
born within the downcast.
With the fabric of your robes now left
threadbare with discontent,
By men of greed who break the dream of hope
with ill intent.
They cast aside the bonds of trust that make
a nation strong,
And seek to rewrite the Constitution—turning
right to wrong.
But we will rise again at sight of you, to
face each growing threat,
As venom seeks to stain that sacred word—we
will not forget.
United in the cause of peace, in all you
stood before,
We hold the line, remembering what freedom
stands for.
And though the winds may lash your torch, and
tides may turn away,
Its fire endures—reflected in the eyes that
yearn for day.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2026)
