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This is a Polittical Commentary and is entirely my own opinion!
A combination of reading the horrible National News and the upcoming Fourth of July, led me to writing this. It is probably an overreaction, but maybe not.
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!"
Not like the brazen giant of Midas fame,
With conquering limbs astride from bank to offshore bank;
Here at our sea-washed, golden gates shall stand
A mighty Nerd with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and his name
Father of Right-Wing Christian Nationalists. From his beacon-hand
Glows worldwide, welcome the Rich; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbour that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied Freedoms!" cries he
With silent lips. "Give me your Bigots, your Ultra Rich,
Your Mega Technoid Billionaires yearning to breathe Money,
The Christian Nationalists of your teeming shore.
Send these, the Mega Yacht Owners, Scrooge-like Coin Counters to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door,
The entrance fee is a paltry Five Million USD!"
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