Statue of Liberty Poem to be changed

pensacola niceman

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Emma Lazarus’s poem “The New Colossus” may not continue to be “part of the American ethos.” The famous passage reads in part: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
“The amended excerpt (in notably less poetic language) reads: “Give me your tired and your poor — who can stand on their own two feet and who will not become a public charge.
 
Dec 2012
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How about just removing that poem altogether. How about France taking in those tired, and poor people looking for a handout. I'm pretty mush sick of them, when a I see millions of legal Americans who are in need.
 
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The New Colossus is a poem of hope, bravery and strength. Changing the words to represent selfishness and cowardice takes away the meaning in its entirety.

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!"
 

pensacola niceman

Former Staff
Mar 2007
31,838
5,220
Pensacola, FL
The New Colossus is a poem of hope, bravery and strength. Changing the words to represent selfishness and cowardice takes away the meaning in its entirety.

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!"
How nice.
 
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If you're going to create a thread about something "to be changed" you should provide a link to the story. If you're refering to the recent Trump Official who suggested changing the poem, that was an interview on an NPR story. There is no policy, at this moment, suggesting this is being proposed.
 
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