Liberty Enlightening the World poster

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus (November 2, 1883)

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Comment by Token on January 30, 2017 at 10:33pm

Poetry always does have a lot more to offer than politics....

Comment by Rosigami on January 31, 2017 at 12:57am

You are so right.  This Mother of Exiles is being denied her children, and that is more than just shameful, it's ethically and morally wrong. 

Comment by JMac1949 Today on January 31, 2017 at 6:25am

R&L

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