Lady Liberty

This is the statue of Liberty in France. I think that influence my poem, the foreign perceptions of Lady Liberty.

(For the record, I don't find this creepy.  I kinda find it beautiful).

A person sits idle
Upon the bench
Alone, but for
the trees.
And, lo, behind him
stands Lady Liberty
Although her eyes see naught
there they are, to stare
her pensive gaze says nothing
but one sees truth and beauty there.
So much hope on a new horizon
to those her gazes does speak
inspiring, some, few to great acts
and others, still, to weep.

I wanted to make this poem more cynical, but I really feel like adding in cynicism taints whatever message you're trying to send.