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savageseraph) wrote2017-01-28 11:22 pm
savageseraph) wrote2017-01-28 11:22 pm
Mother of Exiles...
My family is broken. It's being abused and degraded and tarnished by ignorant, hypocritical, pathological liars who should never have come close to seats of power, let alone occupy them.
I'm ashamed it has come to this. I'm angry it has come to this. This is not what my country is about. I'll never stand with what is happening now.
Instead, I'll stand with my Mother of Exiles. That's the country I want to live in.
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!”
I'm ashamed it has come to this. I'm angry it has come to this. This is not what my country is about. I'll never stand with what is happening now.
Instead, I'll stand with my Mother of Exiles. That's the country I want to live in.
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!”
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i've had this poem on my wall for a couple of years now, never imagining that it would no longer apply at some point. this is a waking nightmare. :(
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