Sunday, May 10, 2009

The New Colossus



For those that might have forgotten what this country is all about:

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 fates 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

2 comments:

  1. But just take a few minutes to stop and fill out your paperwork when you enter the country, Okay?

    Merci.

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  2. "Give us your poor,
    your tired, your hungry,
    we'll piss on 'em;
    that's what the statue of bigotry says"

    -Lou Reed

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