The copper hue of green patina in view.
A long road ahead to get to liberty’s
island of freedom’s ring.
All the battles fought and won on green grass
to match her righteous torch.
It comes with the cost of Precious Copper Pennies
turned to zinc right before our eyes.
A penny is not even worth a penny anymore.
At last, we grit our teeth to understand
that value is much like beauty,
and the beholder is the ruler of incompetence.
With every official
there is a nuance of dread for some.
Yet it seems as if my bed’s always warm
and home’s always safe.
I’m fed and clothed, well groomed
with hair brushed to prim and proper.
Old reliable copper pipes keep flowing
waters to bring me to life.
