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.
~ The Re-write ~