The New New Collosus
The Emma Lazarus poem that graces the base of the Statue of Liberty needs a reworking for Trump's America:
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!
Maybe just add a couple of lines:
Lest you try to enter at other than a designated port
or should you skin be brown, we don't want your sort
My lamp glows only for some
The rest should return to where ever they have come
Feel free to add as you may deem fit.