Our Lady USA is Poor, Tired and Unliberated…

From Emma Lazarus’ Sonnet for the Statue of Liberty – “Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” Cries she with silent lips. “Give me your tired, you poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Lady USA is 235 years old.  She feels like I do, when I watch or read the news, participate in the community, and experience interaction with society on a daily basis.  We are tired, poor in spirit and funds and we have become an ancient land.  In silence, her posture provides false images to what goes truly goes on inside.

The door is no longer golden, it has become corroded, brown and bent in all possible places.  Her shoulders staggered, brain overloaded, the weight of the laws heavy and her soul no longer looking forward.  Once hope was as bright as her torch – greed and indifference has dimmed that hope.

She looks inside and cries; cries for those who have been prejudged for their future is her future. She cries for conformity is a pain, diversity no longer main.  She sees a nation in war – civil war; in language, in education, in finances, in law and in class.  A war needs not a bullet, but for the human soul to be shredded, defiled, belittled and skewed.

Huddled masses rejected and fenced away. Huddled masses, its true nature colonized into false nature for conformity’s sake.  Prayers – a true natural religion in all religions, forsaken. Fear overpowers enlightenment. Fear overpowers common sense. Fear overpowers consciousness. Fear shadows the true self.  Fear is in the money, where our lives are held in chains.

Oh…the burden, the burden! Never in dark times, has the burden been so heavy as it is now. Heavy as the tablet of law, she carries. Chains at her feet, bound, no longer broken in search for liberty and justice.  Tempest-tost are we, not from outside our borders, only from within.

Once upon a time, her people were free, struggle for liberation from tyranny upon religion, taxes and human slavery. Free to seek new ways to improve life, free to be themselves; yet freedom is lost to those who seek control over the very freedoms humans have the right to. Free to speak and sign in languages, native and adopted. Free to assemble. Free to vote. Free to … what? Lady USA has lost her freedom for equality, justice and balance.

The flame of hope is dying away… apathy rules. The chance of enlightenment dims… conformity rules. Nature’s balance eroded… technology and medicine rules. Where are we? Lady Liberty’s shadows us, her back to us, for we no longer rule as a nation. We no longer… rule.

Where shall Lady USA and I go? Our hopes dashed, truth shredded, and poor in spirit and funds, how shall we lift our heads and look to the distant future with flames in our hearts? Heavy is the burden, oh yes heavy it is. I pray for enlightenment of the soul, mind, body and heart for Lady USA and I.

Heavy it is, is the truth.

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