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Send Lady Liberty your Poor, Hungry & Tired🇺🇸
- 2024/10/29
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The National Dogfight that is now our Presidential Election, is winding down. Vote your conscious. Stay safe. By the way, here is the rest of the “garbage heap” poem:
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus,
Engraved on a plaque inside 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!”