The "Lady" stood naked in the wind

looking . . . ever searching for her mantle

She was

unprotected, unclothed, reprehensible to all

who dared to look

She had grown old and weary

The lines of her battles showed about her

She was no longer bright, beautiful, strong and free

but filthy, seared by wrath, unclothed, having no protection

or ally

Why?

How could she have fallen so far so quickly?

Few could look her way

Their own hearts wanted to betray the truth

but the truth was everywhere

to all who knew her

they knew

they knew

Look not on the United States,

the naked "Lady" for long,

for soon, you will see the sheer devastation

of the prostitute

She is a "whore"

for all her stunts, her greed, her disgrace

She beckons to lie

with assailants, but disdains and betrays

those who have clothed her and protected her
in the past

Oh lady, your stench grows daily

and the people, the faithful ones will turn from you

Those who bask in your shadow
are those of your ruin

You beckon the poor, the greedy, the unrepentant

and believe that you are noble

You are simply deceived

and will be removed from all influence

in this world

Watch and see . . . as the lady falls

She falls

as the children are torn from the wombs

She falls

as the leaders deceive and steal from the people

She falls

as the once faithful now follow after gain

and recognition, rather than the One who
bled and died

She falls

and no one will be there to cover and remove
her disgrace

No one

Not one

She falls . . .

as one leader rises to take it all