The New New Colossus
Like the old titan of Greek xenophobes,
Tribute to violence and symbol to all;
To guard our state beside our ocean wall
Stands a mighty woman, whose stoney globe
Shines upon foreign vermin, and she goes
by Mother of War. From her valiant hand
Beams world-wide warning; her hard stares command
All those who’d dare to pass beneath her frame.
“Keep strange lands, your foreign scum!” threatens she
With furrowed brow. “Keep you your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send just the wealthy, successful to me,
Through our latest Trump-branded golden door.”
The Dissident Peasant (August 2, 2017)
upon this occasion.