Her beacon-Hand

The title and the poetry line inserted in the work are, of course, taken from "The New Colossus," the well-known sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–1887). The poem refers to the Statue of Liberty in New York. The statue, as it is known, was designed by the famous French Engineer Eiffel, and is a representation of La Marianne, a national symbol of the French Republic, and a name given to the Goddess of Liberty and Reason. Albeit the history of The Statue of Liberty concept is far checkered than people realize as seen here. La Marianne also features in Delacroix’s work “Liberty leading the people.” 

She is perfect.
Yes. She is perfect exactly on account of her
myriad shortcomings… and beautiful exactly
on account of her scars.

Indeed, her contradictions are the essence of her undying
allure. So when she beckons, as she eventually does…
we all listen, and follow…

each of us responding to a different facet of hers,
one that better corresponds to our own inner disposition
at that hapless moment in our lives when we heard
her fateful call.

Is she really liberty? Or is it blind fate?
It’s hard, always hard, to tell.

But the beckoning is too alluring, and we listen,
we always listen… even when we pretend not to,
even when we fail to act, or act wrongly.
For her we sacrifice even her.

Yes. We often sacrifice her in her own name!
And as her irony meets ours, our cynicism proves
no less deep… and our logic no less cold.