With the controversy with illegal immigrants and the race questions constantly being posed, on both sides of the fence I wonder what happened to this 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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Answer by LilLizaJane at 11:43 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Answer by xxhazeldovexx at 11:37 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Well, I'm going for broke tonight - I agree with xxhazeldovexx :-)
Answer by snowgirl79 at 11:40 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
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Answer by Anonymous at 11:43 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Answer by Anonymous at 11:44 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Answer by NotPanicking at 11:47 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Answer by LilLizaJane at 11:56 PM on Feb. 2, 2009
Answer by NotPanicking at 12:00 AM on Feb. 3, 2009
Answer by JuLiAnSmOmMy317 at 12:23 AM on Feb. 3, 2009