Mother of Exiles
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma Lazarus- The New Colossus
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Excellent post. Roosevelt said it, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Too many political puppets using fear to run people into the worst possible behavior. Thank you for this breath of fresh air in a very stale GOP tactic. Shame on the demorats who signed on to this insanity.