French Member Of European Parliament Responds To Karoline Leavitt

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66. The New Colossus

The New Colossus

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!"

Emma Lazarus
November 2, 1883

Thank you, France, for once again standing with us, even as we toss a mad tantrum, tempting fate, perilously close to becoming the worst of humanity, once again.

Humanity just can't seem to learn the lessons of the past, and we must fight our way back yet another time, with horrible suffering to come. I weep without end.