Through rotting cloth, neatly stitched
The eye of justice sees
The dissolving shadow of democracy
Stained by the sun's disease
Liberty beaten with her self imposed fetters
By hands of the tired, poor, huddled masses
Lifts her torch to set aflame
Young children in their classes
A coat of politically correct paint
O'er wounds Janus does bestow
To say they have fixed all defects
And hide falseness that lies below
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sorenbarrett (
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Brilliant!
(I read and learn wise Poet)
Thank you L.B. I deeply appreciate your reviews and comments.
Dear poet, sadly your words are reverberating around the world. I see it all too clearly in my own country, where too many in government want nothing more than to rewrite our painful history so that no one has to feel bad about anything. Thank you for always speaking truth in wonderful verse.
Thank you dear Bella for your review and kind comments. I am anxiously awaiting your next poem.
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