Very much like the brazen giant of Greek fame, conquering limbs and all.

Hey there Lady Liberty
How goes the fight today?
Have you eaten?
Are you clean?
Did you find time to pray?

When you burned down front street I just thought I might check in. 
Was sure I glanced you through the smoke, standing over our kin.
I know its hard to speak much now, "Wretched Refuse" indeed.
The irony's not lost on us, the "Yearning Mass" you bleed.

For many longing tragic years have I made my demands:
Tell me why you traded torch for sword and blood and sand!
Show us how our Uncle Sam has tarnished your good name!
Stand and keep up with the fight! Let not your light be tame!

But our time has not been kind to your song and dance.
Your haunting corporate slogan hymns and warlike happen-stance.
The story of your fall from grace requires a grace first,
But you have always a racket been, a vampire who thirsts.

Say nothing of Empire if not branded bold,
Divine providence and death, humans bought and sold.
Freedom for the very few and fewer all the time,
You've always been covered in blood,
But copper smells just fine.

So good bye Lady Liberty,
Or so long Uncle Sam,
I won't visit anymore,
Won't be a willing lamb.
Your story was a sweet one,
And wouldn't it be grand -
Won't pity one who eats her own,
Claims all the world his land.