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!"
That said, betcha can guess the subject of today's political puzzler from comics, right?
from "Our American Heritage," DC public service announcement comic, from DC Comics cover-dated February 1961
Didja read that, Eric Adams? Oh, how I loathe you.
Happy birthday, Emma Lazarus, but where have you gone? Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
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