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With so much recent strife over immigration, welfare, warfare, and various other things, this deserves a mention.  It’s the poem inscribed on a plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, and I think some have forgotten its message.  Is it time to change the poem?  Do we, as a nation, still feel this way?  Did we ever?  If you could replace the poem, what poem would you choose?

 

New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

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 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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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