The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This Poem is pretty good but not true. This country is not excepting anybody and leting them live freely. If this poem was true then there wouldnt be a big ass wall between here and mexico. We do all the hard work around here. All the Americans do is boss us around, the least they could do is respect us and give us some freedom....... Why are people fight in the picture above? The statue is right there! Representing "Freedom and Peace". But that tells you its all just BS. 

I think the staue just lost all of its meaning because of immigration.