Give me Liberty

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!"

These words are boldly proclaimed to the world on the tablet that our Statue of Liberty holds for the world to see. Proclaiming that our land, this land, America, will be a land of freedom. A land of liberty. A land that even in a dark world, will shine brightly the light of hope. But as our once given liberties and freedoms are slowly being taken away from us, right out from under our own noses, are you ready to take a stand and stop it? Are you ready to fight for your freedoms? I sincerely hope you are ready. Buckle up and hang on guys, it's gonna be a crazy ride.