No more shining city on the hill

It’s been replaced by a golden tower

It looks shiny and tall and majestic

But it’s only golden not gold

It’s tall but thin as a playing card

And not majestic but more

Like the long, endless hallway

In a horror movie.

No more shining city on the hill

No more beacon to the world

“Come, come, all are welcome”

Now all are welcome is outlawed

A beacon doesn’t call to us

As Lady Liberty lays down her torch

Replaced by tiny beams of light that

Only reach an elite few