Unlike the Colossus of Greek myth or even that
of Liberty, here at the gates of walled-in paranoia
Trumpian lies do stand largely uncontested
and believed by masses in a land where no mighty
torch of freedom yet exists. We have descended
into exiles from democracy, our national con-man
glowing with the fires of hate and bigotry,
our cities aching and our farmland polluted,
corruption ruling, while Putin commands,
“Take off your sanctions or else,” to Trump.
We offer our tired, our poor, our huddled masses
to sacrificial shores on which a handful
of millionaires lift their hands in mockery
beside their golden toilets and bitcoin doors.
Nancy Avery Dafoe
A contemporary Sonnet and Parody of the leadership of Donald J. Trump and the GOP Congress
and in homage and sorrow, recalling Emma Lazarus’ sonnet
The New Colossus, written to dedicate the Statue of Liberty in 1883.