The Statue

Before, the Statue was just copper-not quite the ordinary type,
Then time and fire got to rob it of anything refused to pass
the gate of mind.

Self-placed on base, surrounded by modern glass and steel,
The figure seemed to gaze beyond the things or waving hand-
Inhuman chill.

And yet, the eyes, the eyes  above the lips and palmes  so sealed
Relieased a language that spoke of anger, hope and pain
Still waiting  to reveal...

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