The plaque on the wall of the Statue of Liberty reads, in part:
“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-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
The poem also refers to the statue, representing America, as the Mother of Exiles. In view of recent events, my drawing speaks for itself.
“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-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
The poem also refers to the statue, representing America, as the Mother of Exiles. In view of recent events, my drawing speaks for itself.
Carmen
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