O Lady
O lady
How has your Grace
been lost?
America tears
In your presence.
The weary are lost
In bondage under freedom.
For joy it once felt,
Is held bound
By greed and power.
In America,
The dignity and hope in ecstasy,
Sought by our ancestors,
Has faded,
Faded into desperate cries
For her descendents.
Graceful Lady of our nation,
Your face saddens
At our complacent fate.
Of faceless
Thoughtless powers,
Who disrupt our ways.
For those who slice up
Our forefather’s intentions,
Lawlessly into pieces.
They would not recognize
Our Lady’s thoughtful prayer.
Your beauty,
Body and Heart,
Has been regenerated now.
Restored is your Grace and dignity?
May this be an example of renewed hope
That all may again be granted
Hope for a better life,
An exciting tomorrow
AND,
Every tomorrow of our lives.
To my first visit to New York City Thursday July 28, 1991. To this statue and the restoration of her body and soul, I dedicated this poem.
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