Tristan Robert Lange

What Actually Holds Sway

Sitting beneath liberty’s idol,
Wreath-bearing, toga adorned,
Sits a mortal, memory’s child—
Bald and bewildered—
The breeze whisps around wild,
And why should it be mild
As the bones of the once living,
Lie in number-marked graves,
 
Dead—all dead—
 
So a granite statue
Named “Genius Liberty”
Can freely stand.
 
Yet, in this land,
Toupee totalitarianism holds sway.
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 31, 2025.
 
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