Lady Liberty is Crying

The cold patina of the welded steel glows green with the lights shining on the lady who stands in the harbor with the lamp. She was the sight of hope, of change and of liberty. On the plaque at her base is a script, a poem inscribed with, “Give me your tired, your 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!”
That these words were once meant to welcome battered people from all lands whose governments had abandoned them or worse enslaved them. She was the sight of the first prospect of freedom for many, of civil rights, of aspirations to work hard and succeed without interference from a tyranny or a government out of control with power. My how times have changed because Americans are now in the position to be the ones the lady lifts her lamp for. The ones who’ll come for real hope and perhaps she can take in the Americans, the tired, the poor, huddled masses yearning to be free. We are now the homeless tempest-tost. We need the lamp to light the way to make the legislators realize the price we pay and that we are not willing to give up. The Lady stands before millions of her own people now; people yearning to be free and not suffer the cost of tyranny that the framers of the constitution poured their efforts into to attempt to protect them from; the end of liberty. Even after all the precautions they took to ensure the continuity of a nation built on a Republic of Democracy the efforts failed to stop the end of America and our only hope became the Lady in the harbor. Congress and the Senate no longer support, defend or protect the people. The President turns his eye to the crying and the protests from the very citizens he took his rein from. And the lady cries. No longer will I stand quiet in the shadows waiting for a response from a government corrupt and power hungry. I will put on my red white and blue and don my flag and my signs and stand with others ready to stop the tyranny. The cost is small for the many lives that still have to find their way in this country. They are small; they are just children a generation away from the loss of liberty. They are my children’s children and I will do everything in my will to follow the path the framers made for me 223 years ago. The same path they took. The same steps that they made to stop a tyranny, to end the injustice, to fight for freedom, to battle for our rights and to end the invasion.
Tomorrow I’ll ask for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free to come with me, to stand by me, and to STOP the TYRANNY.