Fair Libertas, she stands, a beacon tall 

With eyes of fire, firm in her resolve. 

Though she's surrounded by a pack of thralls 

Intent on her great blessings to dissolve.  

Knows she her value, people do devolve 

Forget they the importance to be free. 

They think their duty to defend absolved 

While chains of slav'ry strengthen by degree.  

She sits in quiet halls, who'll guarantee 

The ties that bind us to her won't be broke? 

The thankless gathered around her, absentee. 

But she's a Phoenix, rising up like smoke.  

Against such callousness who would defy? 

The brave who love her!  They'll declare, tis I.  

Frank Garnick