Liberty

The old days are simply that,

and there is a new colossus that should

stand, invisible, but unavoidable

on the burning sand reaching out

his mighty hand toward the bitter

fog of night.

Instead of a homely woman with a

torch, and say

"Poor huddled masses, yearning

to be free, stand up on

your own hind legs and

fight where you are."

STAY HOME

" we don't need you and we

won't feed you

any more"

"I have all the winners, the

ass kickers, the ones who

won't be pushed

aside, ,"

Beyond the ocean walls, in letters

one hundred miles wide,

"Buffet now closed"

their are no more places left inside.