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

Tracy Kolenchuk
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

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!”

© Tracy Kolenchuk, Healthicine


Originally published at personalhealthfreedom.blogspot.com on August 24, 2017.

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Tracy Kolenchuk

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Author: A Theory of Cure, The Elements of Cure, Author: Healthicine, the Arts and Sciences of Health and Healthiness

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