Trump’s Colossus: A New Poem for the Statue of Liberty
Not like the copper giant of American fame,
With welcoming eyes cast from from land to land;
Here at our walled-off, twilight gates may stand
A broken woman with guttered torch, whose crown
Tarnished in hatred, with fell renown
Mother of Barbarity. From her clawed, blood-drenched hand
Glowers world-wide enmity, her dire eyes command
The polluted harbor that five boroughs frame
“Keep away, old allies and new!” cries she
With pursed lips. “Give me your fear, your scorn,
the striving masses to succor no more
by the wretched, complicit agents of seething boar.
Stay back! Look elsewhere for host of the free; I wallow in this sin.
In ignorance, in shame, to Make Us Great, Again.