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"Her Mild Eyes" by Mitchell Nicholaides
from Legacy 1972
"Her Mild Eyes"
by Mitchell Nicholaides
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Liberty is a statue.
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 how many bonds remain:
She gazes stoic mild, the same.
Liberty is a statue.
P.S. You aren't. Get moving!
