It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless pioneer
The waves and wind inhabitants don’t fear
because the levee like a fortress seems
Although the water may rise to extremes
the stronghold by the bay will persevere
The city has the water in its veins
It flows for fish and man, past work and rest
In the Lagoon ends every waterway
And when it is the season for the rains
this landlocked sea is at is very best
and leads redundant water to the bay
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!
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