Statue of Liberty

now the great lady
is weeping...
and the tired, the poor,
and the huddled masses
that came from the ends
of the earth...

to stand, to live, and
to be free...
are losing the ground
on which they stood...

the cracked bell sits in silence...

swords into plowshares
back to swords...
hands that once planted,
built, fixed, and loved...
are now fists!

the wounded lion pushed
into a corner,
throws back its head
and roars!

the fight for freedom
begins anew...

the eagle has fallen
from the sky!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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