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like an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

eulogy

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 your your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
send those, the homeless, tempost-tost to me,
i lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

that's what it used to say at ellis island. nice isn't it? now, i think it says something like, "america...fuck yeah!"
Posted by: Josh / 7:12 PM
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