Silently She Cries
By Donald Grant
She stands taller than Helios,
“Keep your storied pomp,
Your conquering power,” she says.
She calls out with a silent voice.
She calls to those who are poor,
She calls to those who are tired,
Calls to the homeless, the wretched refuse,
That tempest has tossed.
They answer her call.
Je suis la, Я здесь,
Lo sono qui, Ich bin hier.
They come with hope, with dreams.
She watches as they strive,
As they blend and succeed.
She lifts her lamp, proud
And pleased at what she sees.
They soon forget the lands they left.
Their foreign tongues of how they spoke.
United they cry, “We are here!”
But to the lady their backs are turned.
New voices cry out, “Estamos aqui, vengamos!”
The lady has grown old, but yet she says,
“Let them in, they are as once you were.”
But they say back, “We will not, let’s build a wall.”
Donald Grant is a husband, cook, cat lover, high handicap golfer, and poet. Usually in that order. He lives on the Central Coast of California, and most days include a walk along the beach with his wife. Raised as a military brat, he has lived in various parts of the United States and spent several years in North Africa. During his life he has been an engineer, a minister, and a small business owner. He loves to comment on life and when something attracts his attention, he will add his thoughts to his blog, Dr. Don’s Diatribe.
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