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Of Perfect Beauty

And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty — Ezek. 27:3 Libertas, she who is of perfect beauty Roman goddess, situated at the entry of the sea You hold a torch that burns a cold flame From the South Pole to the North, everyone on Earth knows your name America, America She reincarnated your ancient fame America, America Her prideful beauty became her shame Libertas, the fame of your beauty everyone wanted to see In the presence of a goddess, all people from every nation worldwide wanted to be You hold the dovetail tablet that inscribes the progress of liberty From the North Pole to the South, they flock to the land that stands in the midst of the seas All hoping to reach your shores, dreaming to be free America, America You now reject those who seek haven within your buxom border America, America The Holy Scriptures thus declare: Set your divided house in order Libertas, graven goddess greeting poor souls seeking the bond of assimilation with one another America, merchant queen selling plastic rainbows, you look just like Tyrus, your ancient twin brother Your picture perfect beauty is rapidly fading away You always took pride in your nudity, now an ugly portrait resembling an aging Dorian Gray

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