Lady Liberty Weeps #Poetry #Immigration

Lady Liberty weeps
Her, the Mother of exiles
Her land of humility overcome with pomp
Her true descendants receive
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses

© 2018 Jason A. Muckley

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This poem is a response to the prompt “poor” from Patricia’s Place.

In my opinion, the United States should return to its roots as a place of welcoming and inviting people from all over the globe, refugees, exiles, the poor, the forsaken of the world. The Statue of Liberty and its inscription, “New Colosseus” by poet Emma Lazarus symbolize that sentiment.


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