Liberty Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

Heads bent low in a massive crowd; just to the side she still stands proud
She’s staring far above the clouds; they’re on their knees, heads are bowed
Just in view she’s standing tall, when all about her starts to fall
She’s staring out beyond the sky, to a long lost jewel she wants to fly

This hysteria will be all in vain; nothing ventured, nothing gained
Still she’s standing no one sees, the self consumed upon their knees
They’re praying hard but the icons false, she’s standing tall, could almost waltz
The city falls about their ears, and there’s no one there to quell their fears

The rubble falls upon them hard, some are saying it was on the cards
But her back is turned, she looks to sky, Jericho’s falling and thousands die
The missiles flew above their heads, now so many laying dead
For the greed of man and all the clan, she’s standing tall not in the plan