The New Colossus - REVISED

A silly thought....

The New Colossus
Original By Emma Lazarus
Revised by Donald Trump

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles.

From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;
Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Keep those, the homeless, tempest-tost” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me instead your storied pomp!”
I lift my lamp beside the golden door for a fee!”