Give Me Liberty

Heavy steel boots that clang with chains when I walk. Short black skirt—not much protection for my legs, but I don’t need it. I’m Mayhem Barbie. Complete with a driver and an armored sedan as matching accessories.
The face has a bodyguard now. It’s that important.
The mask is not a sniveler, doesn’t play well with others, and has a hard time following directions. If I saw this face walking towards me, I’d turn the other way and run.
Everyone else gets two faces. Why shouldn’t I?

Overnight, the wall went up. Paid for, not in Mexican dollars, but in American rebar and concrete. Citizens worked tirelessly under the cloak of darkness, using their own tools and ingenuity, to get the job done. Pilfered American rebar and brick rerouted, repurposed to make a stand.
Lady Liberty lowered her eyes in shame.
Without earning it, we got almost everything. Not our President, no more government.
Enraged was the forgotten man, soon to become the hunted man.
By the time the last brick was slathered with mortar and shoved into place, many of us still didn’t know. It wasn’t until friends and neighbors started disappearing that we took notice.
A vote was unnecessary, a bill overkill…We the People were evicted.
Without even so much as a wave goodbye, Lady Liberty turned her back on us.
Hate is cowardly. Be courageous.