THE LADY WAITS

She stands alone on ballroom floor,

Her escorts long gone from her side,

She dreams of days of yesteryore,

While drowning in the strong rip tide;

Once she was the belle of the ball,

Her many suitors came courting,

Now lonely, she waits for them all,

Those courters that are not coming;

Gazing to sea – dressed regally,

She recalls coming to this land,

Servant of peace to grace ally,

To proclaim liberty and stand;

In this land to which she has come,

Her friends got fewer and fewer,

The message loud has now grown mum,

And her allies have been skewered;

Some have now openly defied,

The greatest message which she brought,

They’ve spread their tales and told their lies,

Hoping they will never get caught;

The belle of the ball, still in gown,

Still looking for glints of promise,

She believes that somewhere in town,

A suitor waits long for her kiss;

An election looms and she waits,

To hear of victory for us,

If her hope is answered that date,

Freedom will win, as it now must!

Then, she will raise again her torch,

Embracing those who now flee here,

Knowing that liberty bursts forth,

From sea to sea, and ear to ear!

PTR January 22, 2012