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"MAKE POETRY GREAT AGAIN"
like it was when Emma Lazarus
came forth and poetically spoke
so eloquently in a beautiful
written sonnet engraved on
a plaque of bronze fitly titled
The New Colossus
placed in the base of a
national monument words
of a freedom fighter
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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!"
　
