Mother Liberty’s Poem
I can’t stand idle and watch
this mockery! I want to scream and
embrace the words of this poem below! If
whomever reads this message is born in United States of America, may I ask you
one question… How many generations ago did your family first come here!!! Unless if you are 100% Native American, you
were from a family most likely fleeing to this country for some reason!
This country is already great
thanks to our mixed people. We are a
little of the whole world. Our family IS
every nation of the world! When we go ‘home’
to visit, we travel to every corner of the world! So who has the rights to slam the doors in
their faces!!!!
I’m not against basic
screening… I think our current 2 year screening is already too much! The red tape to become a citizen here is
atrocious… think how much fun registering at the DMV in a southern state times
a million!! One wrong paper filed and your back to the end of the line!
Enough ranting… I want to
share with you the Statue of Liberty
Poem - New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus written in 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!"
