Beacon Of Hope

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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.
"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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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As the poet Emma Lazarus, so magically captured is the true essence of America. A nation built on the blood and sweat of the immigrant workers, who yearned for a place to call their own.Every paved street you step on, every leveled mountain you pass through carries many untold stories of the immigrants and today when our nation's leaders grapple with the issues on immigration, let us pause a moment to consider the stones that built this Nation. Though the process seems arduous, but i believe in the innate goodness of the American Public and human compassion will prevail for right before our very eyes stands the majestic lady with the burning torch, a beacon of hope to all who call these shores home.