Tune: Six Toughies
The Statue of Liberty
By William He
Mind brushed by bald eagle wings,
Binding the fearful throats,
Until her pedestal sheds kind light.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
The Mephisto is taking a few breaths,
Robed lady can not dispel doubts.
Coming to propitiate the divine wrath,
Plaints scud across the Milky Way,
She is deeply penitent and feeling sad.
Who will eventually find a way for the losts.
The brilliance there we can not see,
The waves become a beating kept.
When day's oppression is eased by night.
Lustrous halo dipped into the Hudson,
She as if in bittersweet repose then.
The labyrinthine path in the past.
Filling with infinite yearning even.
Assimilating into her vast melting pot,
Sweet unity awoken once.
Turning satanic in an inverse Garden of Eden.
If Helenus' house against the Ismaelite,
Gretchen is shape-shifting jinn.
First echoes are still,
Hollowed purple hearts.
Just to console herself,
Above her shook starry lights at that time,
She overheard the torrents meet.
Manifesto in hand is fading,
Time to shift her in storage cold.
Marianne carries the flame,
And tunes her global anthem,
All the suspicion and angst.