With labored breaths she welcomes more
The tired, the poor, the wretched to our shores
But rusted chains now dangle from her torch
The masses on the border won’t be allowed to cross
Gun powder greetings,
It’s ours not yours, the illusion is fleeting.
Armed men on horseback deliver a chastening
The people cried our borders are too thin,
Fears of freedom lost; so, we’ve walled ourselves in
Things of which we never truly spoke,
Even now we won’t allow them into our books.
But the past speaks as though it were a ghost.
For the land was never there to be took. Now the offspring reproach,
what their parents fought for most.
we disown what was once our greatest boast.
The home of only the brave,
of huddled masses longing to be free,
Fears of freedom lost, we’ve shackled lady liberty.
When I sat down to write this, I was thinking of what made this country great. What made me choose here to call my home. So many desperate, immigrant families fled here because of the idea, the very notion that a person could be free to live a life that they pleased. They fled persecution, wars, subjugation, and every inhumanity conceivable, and over time, they built a nation that espoused all the virtues of a liberated people. I thought of the words written at the base of the statue of liberty, and was inspired.
I wasn’t born here, but I am proud to be a citizen of this country. There may be a lot of bad, but there is a whole heap of good that still makes this a great nation.
Johnny McDaniels, my partner in crime, was gracious enough to decipher my words, and translate it into this provocative piece of art. Barricades line the city, with graffiti that hints at troubles much like we witness in the middle east. We don’t want this for America.
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