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The New Colossus, Revisited

S M Chen
Oct 24, 2020

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(with gratitude and apologies to Emma Lazarus)

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A gift from France, she yet stands by the sea.

Her torch of freedom, once held high above

Has, like her people, quite forsaken love.

Its flame’s gone out; there is no liberty

For huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

For wretched refuse of a teeming shore,

For those of color, homeless, and the poor

The golden door is shut; their family

Asunder torn by agents who detain;

The kids in cages put, perhaps never

To see their parents yet again; the pain

Of loss that endures may be forever.

What madness has come over us, what bane?

Can we be forgiven? Perhaps ever.

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