Mother of Exiles

One hundred twelve brave years have passed since then,

Since “New Colossus” stirred the hearts of men

Who gazed with hope upon our lady’s face,

With promise of the freedom of this place.

Yet now we seek to close our doors to all,

To “huddled masses” answering her call.

False justice seeps from politicians’ pores

To rivers drowning Liberty’s wet roars.

For how can it be just to pass them by,

These homeless thousands, muted in their cry?

When ignorance and fear blind worried eyes,

It’s terror that wins out while justice dies.

Hear, Lady, stifled voices from your shore.

Please lift your torch to light their way once more.