Not unlike that famed giant of ancient Greek fame but fatter and orange and blowing hot air is a stupid and hateful fat elf with faked hair So the beckoning torch woman snuffs out her flame As the elf king through policy blots out her name one pudgy small hand throws her crown to the surf while the other one brutishly grabs through her skirt While forgetting from whence his own ancestors came
"Pushed from my pedestal" in anguish cries she Then sobs , "Keep safe the tired and poor the non-white masses yearning safe to be the suff'ring children washed up on the shore save them as then the whole wide world will see My light is gone thus slams the golden door."
The Guardian has posted a poetry piece on Lazarus' poem The New Colossus part of which is on a plaque at the base of The Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor.
This is my 2017 re-do of that poem based on our current state of affairs.