My green lady

Your amber countenance long kissed away by the seas' invisible lips

All the while looking on as your city claimed land hand over fist

During that time I fear, the greed of man chipped away at what you held most dear

What you stood for is abhorred by the dusty hordes that chart the course of this increasingly leaky star-spangled ship

I wonder, are you still a part of it?

My dear lady I ask you this, as I watch you stand alone

Are you still Liberties' monument?, Or have you become its tombstone?