The Old Erebus (The New Colossus Revised for the current times)

The Old Erebus

But, like the depraved giant of Greek fame,

With conquering whims that tweet from hand to hand;

Here at our white-washed, prison wall shall guard

A weighty no-man with a lurch, whose lame

Excuses rain like lightning, and his name

Hater of Others. From his bacon-hand

Grows mouth-wide sneer; his blind eyes command

The liar. Rigged ardor, that gives citizens blame.

“Keep, lands ancient, your pomp storied!” cries he

With widened lips. “Send not your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of my egoistic snore.

Send those, the homeless, tempest-tossed home,

or to light my lamp beside the golden door!”  © Tracy Kolenchuk, Healthicine