Freedom – the one word recognized by all peoples who arrive and then stay in the United States of America have in common is Freedom. The Statue of Liberty represents this as does the Statue of Liberty Poem, now an important part of our history. Let us not prove her wrong and lessen who we are as Americans and human beings.
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!”
Emma Lazarus. 1848-1887
There is a crisis, thousands of children in peril of their very lives (from Central America, not Mexico) and they are coming to our country for safety and refuge. Are we still the caring land of Freedom? Do we give a damn or are we so into ourselves and our rights, ingrained in our wants and our entitlements that we’ve laid aside our souls. I’m so embarrassed and ashamed that everything seems to be related to money or politics.
Have we forgotten to do what’s right and humane and caring and loving? Have we? Most of our ancestors entered this land for the same reasons as these children. There is no difference. There should be none now and even more than that they are children, for God’s Sake!
Show you care,
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