Torch Of Decadence Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Some big guy say's that she is liberty
And that she is coming to rescue me
But she is gone for all eternity
What she once was will never again be

She has become a corporate machine
Does slaughter without remorse or pity
Raped of all the greatness she could have been
Now some kind of demonic entity

Freedom a lost cause she is but a dream
Chained to the profit of monopoly
They dress her in fine gold so it does seem
That she is enterprise and victory

A dirty old harlot now holds the torch
For two bit gangsters this whole world do scorch