The monolithic sculpture of Liberty
Is dumb.

The caravan of birds swim on the air,
Over it.

Its since-birth slumber has no spattering,
Oh, never.

You cannot name it a brilliant brain,
A scientist.

It's monumental, but the tongueless,
I'll-starred.

O man, why don't you speak to him,
Your brother.

No, you aren't a dummy in the showcase,
Beautiful.

Speaking stitches frayed hearts, minds,
Cut off.

Speaking gives us sheen in the nights,
Very dark.

Speaking serves joys to our relations,
With love.

Speaking fills the souls in the mummies,
Though old.