The New Colossus

The New Colossus


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, 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!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883

I believe that this poem is saying that Americans are greedy, self centered people because they describe all imagrants or people who don't live there as homeless, poor, worthless people. I guess the french knew that Americans were so stupid that they could secretly put these words in the poem and make them believe its good.I am not going to lie Americans can be very igonarant and most of them think that they are the best, but not all Americans think like this and these are the smart Americans.