With pride and with honor, with wings like an eagle,
Though clipped and condemned, for her cause branded feeble

She stands still as water contained in a vase,
With blasphemous freedom still etched on her face.

Eternally called on, invoked and embraced
For only self-gain from her ungrateful race.

Her face bringing beauty, and lips telling truth,
Her bosom decayed; womb bearing no youth.

Her eyes filled with glory, her arms raised above,
As chained by the rapists of truth and her love.

Her ideals of justice, and righteous ways taught,
Her name now forgotten; for a lost cause she fought?

Embrace me, and chase me, she says with a smile,
Or use me and rape me; consider me vile.

Drink truth from my bosom, and love from my mind,
Or shape me a whore –- a gun for the blind.

She is our sweet solace; she looks to the willing
To brand her a scapegoat and justify killing?

Her purified birth now lost in the wind
For raped is her body; her children have sinned.

Invoke her, destroy her -- claim she is your love.
She knows you are lying. Actions say enough.

Now Liberty stands with two tears in her eyes
For all she believes in has now become lies.