Feet of Clay

Commentary on current socio-economic policies in America

Feet of Clay 

The door no longer golden 

the market shares once bold have fallen down

the Lady sheds a tear and wears a frown 

Tiara slips from heights below her brow

what happens now

The door no longer golden 

public servants colder to the real 

how does this make you feel 

angry now the Sage 

and riots made of men of younger ages 

please turn the pages 

the ships are sinking farther out from shore

the Lady sheds a tear and soft implores 

send them all away 

can’t feed my babes today

get down on your knees and pray

The door no longer golden 

leadership is molding a new form 

pretty as it is won’t keep us warm 

collapsing homes cannot protect from storms 

shall we die, at once consumed by worms 

we took our turn

the Lady whimpers at the crumbling urns 

Gold no more, the tarnished copper turns 

to shades of gray

please go away 

The lamps no longer lit 

the oil burned 

Midas fled the bed

the Lover spurned 

for market shares and w****s

The Lady weeps upon the concrete shore

Feet of Clay 

(…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 tossed, to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door.  - Emma Lazarus)

© Debra Jean Roberts 08092011

Reviews

[chaireinferrascalayca]

i think you just write so well. i wonder if this is your first time. keep it up!