“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free”
Footnote1: Before they’re returned to the slaughter
Or left to drown in the sea
“The wretched refuse of your teeming shore”
Footnote 2: Including darling beached babies risen from the ocean floor
“Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me”
Footnote 3: Since the #AllLivesMatter folk care about homelessness (finally!)
“I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
Footnote 4: Erected and sustained by our pesky wars.
(I’m only being a little silly.)
Footnote 5: The worst of afflictions makes one laugh. See Arabic proverb, “شر البلية ما يضحك”
Also, see Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus,” Statue of Liberty Inscription, 1883.
Wednesday, 2 December 2015