The United States takes no breath as it kills mercilessly, tromping around the globe in gore covered boots, and a smoking gun in its bloody hands. It rifles through the pockets of the dead for their resources, and then thumps its chest in anger at the shocked faces staring back.
The New Colossus BY EMMA LAZARUS 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 storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired,…