Liberty's Demise Poem by Kelechi Iheanachor

Liberty is dead,
Murdered by those she misled.
Cries from the falsely accused,
Left her hysterically amused.
She was constantly inebriated,
Intoxicated by the angst of the wrongfully incarcerated.
Corrupting the nations' institutions,
Ensnaring its leaders with her seductions.
Revelling in moral decadence,
Freedom and justice were her pretence.
Retribution was swift,
Suddenly her wings were clipped.
Made a spectacle for the world to deride,
Stripped of her robes and her pride.
Her former alluring visage,
No one could disparage.
Her once luscious form,
Beaten, battered, broken and torn.
Her landscapes once described as picturesque,
Now appear as Picasso's surrealism, grotesque.
The heap of her riches and remains,
Consumed by billowing flames.
In shock the world watched her inglorious demise,
But the kings beamed with pride, showing no surprise.