Liberty – Gee Vaucher. Gouache and pencil on paper.

come
piper
to collect
your witless souls
those wide-eyed fools who believed they were “us”
not the vile “them’s” you promised to crush
while erecting
monuments
in your
name
walls
not meant
to keep “them”
out, but rather
set in rock and sand, a symbol of our
blackened heart, Liberty with beacon snuffed
her golden door
shuttered to
the tired
poor
lies
entrenched
dishonesty
celebrated
plunder stockpiled by those who have plenty
the masses damned, played their pathetic hands
and lost the deal
forced to fold
hope is
death

~kat – 16 March 2017
(A Sextuple Tetractys Poem)