Upon whom does civility call, when honour and grace have been soiled? When the ugliest traits of power by her standard and beauty lay foiled. Exposed in the putrid mire, betrayed!
Liberty’s
shell
lies.
Who
will
rise…
Who
will
speak…
Who will be…
Lady Liberty’s soul?
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Jim Davis