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?