New World Colossus Deception--2015 Apropos the Sonnet of Emma Lazarus

New World Colossus Deception—2015 (Apropos The Sonnet of Emma Lazarus) In her brazened left hand she holds the tablet year of her shore’s liberty; And a raised right lights the weary way to the land of the brave and free; But today, blind eyes look out to the wretched skies and tormenting seas Where frothing waves and white clouds tease hopes of fleeing refugees. No longer are there waiting arms and love for a roaming, exiled family— Greeted no longer with silent lips, but with vociferous voices screaming no To “…huddled masses…homeless, tempest-tossed…” children that are to be; Though they dare, must be aware upon these shore is nowhere for them to go. Their religiosity—washed with blood of the innocent— has no place in this land; For them and theirs—is no way a true Puritan would ever lend a helping hand To welcome their tried tired yearning pregnant hopes of a new life begun. No! Hell no! There of those here still waiting for true and full freedom to be won! This is the land of the Pilgrim’s pride; land where other fleeing fathers and mothers died. This land has only fought wars of peace; there is no place here for you to peacefully abide.