"HER MILD EYES" Liberty
a statue.
is
She stands majestic, grand, And serenely keeps her watch
Upon
a torn and troubled land.
Unmoved her eyes look out Where men lay wounded, dying. She holds
aloft her
golden lamp
Hears children starving, crying.
Her sacred
lips
are silent,
still
Blacks cannot win for trying.
Low
at
her feet the broken chain
Speaks not
She gazes Liberty P.S.
is
You
how many bonds
stoic, mild,
remain:
the same.
a statue. aren't.
Get moving! mitchell nicholaides
