By the Lady's Dim Light

By The Lady’s Dim Light The Lady’s blazing torch held high and message at her feet, Clear message to the world, tyranny’s ultimate defeat. Ascent to breathe the fresh air of liberty’s atmosphere, Free every day, speak own mind, go anywhere, void of fear. Peoples of all nations and races, with aspirations all, From lands near and far in answer to freedoms call. Persecution’s iron fist powerless toward all who yearn To come; tired, poor, wretched refuse; no one is spurned. High ideal that should work with fairness and justice for all. Not when matters get entangled in politicians’ halls. It’s not what you know but who you know that catches the ear. Some get in very fast, while many wait year after year. The Lady’s Lamp is supposed to be the beam to the world, America’s message of help, hope and home eagerly heard. But if the world’s disenfranchised are treated as blight, The masses will huddle and wait in the Lady’s dim light.