The New New Colossus

Originally Posted

Very like the brazen giant of American shame,
With conquering boxes astride from land to land;
Here at our electric Southern gates shall stand yet
A vapid moneygrabber with a torch, whose flame
Has created imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Greed. From her beacon-hand
Straight faces have become the norm; her eyes command
The crumbling-bridged train that is broken like a cash game.
“Keep, your tabs open and your eyes closed!” cries she
With pursing lips. “Give me your ignorant, and then some more,
Your unwitting customers will go on a shopping spree,
Unaware the lesson of tangled webs, an ever old lore.
Send in the fruitless and the meek, in Katrina-Post to me,
To spread their legs in search of the score!”
Inspired by Emma Lazarus’ poem “The New Colossus” and by Tool’s song “Schism”

-MG, 29-6-2011

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