The New Colossal

The closing lines of The New Colossus, the famous poem by Emma Lazarus carved into the base of The Statue of Liberty read:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Sadly, many modern Americans are far less hospitable toward the unfamiliar, and far more insatiable regarding the tried-and-true, even if it’s killing them..

Followers of Mr McDonald might intone the following:

Give me your fried, your poured,
your yummy messes pleasing tongue and teeth,
the tasty tidbits every mouth adores.
Feed these, the deadly, deep-fried treats to me,
I lick my lips, beseeching thee for more.

greaseburger

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NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 23/30
~ The Re-write ~
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10 thoughts on “The New Colossal

  1. Well said, Ron! They don’t realise how that food clogs up their systems – and the waste from it clogs up the world. I bet Emma Lazarus never imagined that.

  2. If you can take Lazarus’ famous words to reach a new audience in a positive or negative way, you have honored that poet tenfold, methinks. This is genius. I’m glad I read. Thank you.

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