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A Newer Colossus

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."

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Written by
skip-ploss-1
American
Published
Aug 11, 2017
Lines·Words
14·124
Notes

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.

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