The Old Erebus (The New Colossus Revised for the current times)

But, like the depraved giant
of Greek fame,

With conquering whims that
tweet from hand to hand;

Here at our white-washed,
prison wall shall guard

A weighty no-man with a lurch,
whose lame

Excuses rain like lightning,
and his name

Hater of Others. From his
bacon-hand

Grows mouth-wide sneer; his
blind eyes command

The liar. Rigged ardor, that
gives citizens blame.

“Keep, lands ancient, your
pomp storied!” cries he

With widened lips. “Send not
your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning
to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of my
egoistic snore.

Send those, the homeless,
tempest-tossed home,

or to light my lamp beside the
golden door!”

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