Lady Liberty

Weep us bitter beads, Poison masked as briny dew Upon stony solemnity, Laid dour beneath the salt accrue In the name of blind crone Her garments soiled green Whose title, measured and weighed Is found obscene With epitaph scarring unlighted hand A courtesy eschewed forth from the lips of hypocrisy To the ears of the craven, a symphony; she speaks, Liberty Lets not her name die on soaked crimson sand Not in that foreign theater of war Danseurs stained red Syncopated steps to heavy artillery Amidst the backdrop of smoke and lead