Message To America

I will always bring water to your lips And the let the little fawn over your bramble skips For memory cannot close its doors On the lanterned woman laddling from your shores Welcome for: the tired, the paltry poor, Blown in the blustering winds rhizome and spore "The huddled masses yearning to breathe Free" of tyranny, and the vulgar claws of callous greed "The wretched refuse of your teeming shore." Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed now to soar Where the lamp is lift 'side the golden door." The dragon spewed its water out But like a great, strong, mother, you opened your mouth And swallowed the flood, and the child That watches now Babel's kingdom crumbling, riled With pity, will not let you thirst But will while toiling for bread again build you first An altar of its flesh for iniquities Commissioned by anitquated theories, antipathies Sulked in the bosom of your guests Be careful though, do not spurn their faithfulness!