Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The real symbol of the United States

It is in New York, the greatest city in America, and not DC.

Compared to New York, DC is like Harrisburg, Albany, or Springfield.

But it sure as hell was not the Twin Towers.

It was and is the Statue of Liberty, complete with hoaky poem about immigrants.

The New Colossus.

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!"


The ultimate safe harbor.


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