The most elegant irony of the immigration debate is the degree of "patriotism" expressed by those who argue vehemently against immigrants, and how many would call the words of "The New Colossus" weak, or socialist, or some other manufactured idiotic thing. For clarity, here are the words of the poem etched on the Statue of Liberty: 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!"
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 00:05:53 +0000
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