Tis not often Liberty Island ferrymen around New York show agitation. Yes, some hundred odd years ago they were a tad perplexed to see the Statue of Liberty hoisted up and made to stand all by herself on what was once an old fort island, but after that, through storms and floods these brave ferrymen have been a stoic lot, till yesterday.
“The Statue was crying,” said one ferryman to his wife that night, “I swear I saw them tears roll down her pretty cheeks!” “Oh the poor thing!” cried his wife, “It must have been a man that made her cry. Men are so cruel!”
“You think so?” asked the ferryman, who normally found his wife quite logical, “You think the ole gal was insulted by a man?” “Wait and see!” she said, “It’s always a man!” And next morning when the other ferrymen went to start their longboats on their cruises, they saw something missing on the New York skyline, “Liberty’s gone!” they shouted aghast.
“Liberty’s gone!” shouted all the ferrymen, even those that went to Ellis Island, “The Statue is missing!”
It was an old homeless fellow nearby who seemed to know what had happened, but since his beard reeked of yester night’s whiskey, most did not believe what he said. “She was crying,” said the homeless drunk, “And I shouted across to her, hey Liberty why’re you weeping?”
“You shouted across the river?” asked a New Yorker with disdain, “You can’t be doing such to good ole Liberty!” “Let it be, what did she do then?” asked an officer taking out his book and scribbling, “What did Ms Liberty do?”
“She walked into the sea, and said she’d be back if Trump doesn’t come back!” ’Twas late that night, the ferryman told his wife the story, “It’s all Trump’s fault,” he said.
“I told you it was because of a man!” said his wife and the ferryman marveled at her ability to guess the truth. At Trump’s house his missus looked at her husband and asked, “Why eese theese nation blaming you for that woman’s disappearance Donny?” “Because I plan to make a statue of myself and put it where Liberty stood,” said her husband. “But why would you want to do that?” asked his wife.
“With no liberty and only white supremacy I’ll make America great again!” said the presidential contestant to his wife with a smirk. From somewhere in the ocean Liberty looked at America and then stared mournfully at other nations who were throwing her out, in the hope of making their nations great, “I hope I can go back,” she wept, and the ferrymen saw her tears, “Not just to America but to all those nations where misguided leaders sell their warped ideas of one race or one religion supremacy!”
“It’s not just that man but his ‘friends’ also,” said the wife of the ferryman as they both sighed.
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