The Mother of Exiles lifts her lamp high above the shore.
Showing the world the open, golden door
which does not close on the rich, nor on the poor.
Greatness lies just beyond it where
no storied pomp, nor propaganda can close a door
where freedom reigns instead of princes and kings;
despite the mean-spirited ads, rallies, rants and roar.
The huddles masses of those who came before
yearning to be free are just like you and me.
Together, we immigrants to a foreign shore
watch not the dismantling of the door,
as we watched the destruction of the East Wing;
but, the boards of hate and fear nailing it shut
wondering what an AI fascist future may bring.
Meanwhile, MAGA boasts and laughs and struts.
All that now remains is a frame and lintel
on which voters hopes patiently hang.
And, those seeking safety on American shores
are hunted and locked up by those who fear and hate,
whose violence has been unleashed
as it has been many times before.
A nation built using violence to seize its manifest destiny
none-too-soon learned to use restraint;
amended a constitution, and regulated greed and hate.
A new door must be built, open to allow hope to flourish
and America’s soul renewed by love for all,
that we may see its faith is restored.
Vote to end America’s soul-less rage.
Vote to turn America’s fearfully hate-written page.
Vote our constitution and rule of law to be restored.
Vote to lift your own lamp above every closed door.
Lift the lamp of freedom over America forevermore.
Hiding your light under the barrel and staying silent
has never worked before.
GO VOTE!
Then light the space around you
until the nightmares are put at an end;
and America is, once again, on the mend.
