The Ghost of Liberty

A specter haunts this corporate land,

The ghost of Liberty, with outstretched hand.

A fading memory, a whispered plea,

For a nation lost, where souls were free.

She walks the streets, where shadows dwell,

Among the cogs, who buy and sell.

Her eyes reflect a mournful light,

As she witnesses the corporation's blight.

In boardrooms grand, where profits soar,

She sees the chains that bind and sore.

The executives, with hearts of greed,

Blind to the suffering, the people's need.

She watches families torn apart,

By economic woes, a poisoned dart.

Homes foreclosed, dreams turned to dust,

The corporation's hunger, an insatiable lust.

In schools and churches, her presence chills,

As minds are molded, and free will spills.

Conformity reigns, a silent decree,

The corporation's dogma, for all to see.

She weeps for soldiers, sent to fight,

In foreign lands, for corporate might.

Their lives expendable, pawns in the game,

The corporation's wars, a bloody shame.

In prisons overcrowded, where justice sleeps,

She hears the cries of those who weep.

Innocent souls, trapped in the snare,

The corporation's justice, beyond compare.

She watches the Earth, her beauty fade,

As corporations pollute and raid.

Forests felled, oceans defiled,

The corporation's greed, running wild.

But even in darkness, hope survives,

A flicker of defiance, in hearts and lives.

The ghost of Liberty, a guiding light,

Inspiring resistance, to reclaim our might.

In whispered conversations, seeds are sown,

Of a revolution, yet to be known.

The people awaken, their spirits ignite,

To break the chains, and reclaim their birthright.

The corporation trembles, its power wanes,

As the ghost of Liberty, forever sustains.

For freedom's flame, can never be quelled,

And the human spirit, will never be felled.

This is the ballad of a fight to regain,

A nation lost, a future to attain.

The ghost of Liberty, our guiding star,

Leading us forward, to a world afar.

She walks the halls of justice, where scales hang low,

And whispers truth to those who feign to know.

Judges and lawyers, with blindfolds tight,

Their verdicts bought, their souls in plight.

She haunts the banks, where fortunes gleam,

And whispers warnings, like a haunting dream.

The bankers tremble, their hands unsteady,

As she reveals the truth, their conscience deadly.

She visits factories, where machines roar loud,

And workers toil, their spirits bowed.

She whispers hope, of a day to come,

When labor finds its freedom, no longer numb.

She walks the fields, where crops lay bare,

And whispers solace to those in despair.

Farmers burdened, by debts untold,

She promises justice, as seasons unfold.

She haunts the prisons, where freedom's lost,

And whispers comfort to those who pay the cost.

Inmates yearning, for a second chance,

She offers redemption, a hopeful glance.

She walks the streets, where protests rise,

And whispers courage, to those who fight for skies.

Activists and dreamers, with voices strong,

She amplifies their message, righting the wrong.

She haunts the halls of power, where lies are spun,

And whispers truth, till the battle's won.

Politicians cower, their masks removed,

As she exposes their motives, no longer approved.

She visits hospitals, where sickness reigns,

And whispers healing, easing the pains.

Doctors and nurses, with tired eyes,

She offers strength, as hope never dies.

She walks the schools, where children learn,

And whispers wisdom, as pages turn.

Teachers and students, with minds alight,

She guides their journey, towards truth and light.

The ghost of Liberty, forever roams,

Through every city, every town, every home.

Her presence lingers, a constant guide,

Inspiring hope, where dreams reside.

For even in darkness, her spirit burns bright,

A beacon of freedom, shining through the night.

And as long as her whispers echo true,

The fight for liberty, will see us through.

She whispers to the artists, with souls ablaze,

To paint the truth, in vibrant, bold displays.

Their canvases scream, with colors unrestrained,

A symphony of dissent, where silence is disdained.

She haunts the theaters, where stories unfold,

And whispers to the actors, brave and bold.

Their performances ignite, with passion and with fire,

Awakening hearts, setting souls afire.

She visits writers, with pens in hand,

And whispers tales, of a liberated land.

Their words flow freely, like rivers unbound,

Spreading truth and knowledge, all around.

She walks the internet, a digital domain,

And whispers freedom, breaking the chains.

Bloggers and hackers, with keyboards alight,

Exposing secrets, hidden from sight.

She haunts the airwaves, where voices clash,

And whispers dissent, in a sonic flash.

Radio rebels, with words that ring true,

Shattering illusions, revealing the view.

She visits scientists, with minds so keen,

And whispers discoveries, yet to be seen.

Their inventions challenge, the corporate hold,

Creating solutions, brave and bold.

She walks the wilderness, where nature thrives,

And whispers protection, to all that survives.

Environmentalists rise, with spirits so grand,

Defending the Earth, with a passionate stand.

She haunts the prisons, where walls confine,

And whispers freedom, to those who pine.

Inmates organize, their voices unite,

Demanding justice, and human rights.

She walks the streets, where love takes hold,

And whispers acceptance, breaking the mold.

LGBTQ+ communities, with colors so bright,

Celebrating diversity, with all their might.

The ghost of Liberty, her journey extends,

To every corner, where life transcends.

Her whispers ignite, a flame so grand,

A revolution of spirit, across the land.

For in the face of oppression, her presence remains,

A beacon of hope, breaking the chains.

And as long as her whispers, continue to soar,

The fight for freedom, will forever endure.