Not like
the
brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land ; Here 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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door !"
~
Background to Emma Lazarus's Poem ~
Emma
Lazarus's text is now inseparably linked
with New
York City's iconographic "Statue
of
Liberty". Her immigrant-welcoming words
imbued the monument, originally a gift from
the .French.
commemorating <100 Years of
American Independence>, with additional
purpose and personality.
~
Senseless Censorship ~
I posted this animated greeting to a number*
of video-sharing sites, not solely YouTube.
First amongst these ((un)equals)
was
LiveVideo whose editors may have thoroughly
stymied the short film's chances of receiving
ANY views there by (Russell
?) branding its
“colourful” content “Mature”.
I was initially <<utterly
baffled>> by this
decision but later realised that the
<<sensitive censor>>
must’ve been objecting to a pants perception.
They clearly think that colossol Colossus
is: .kickin’
aboot wi’ nay keks
!!!.
(Astride SANS “Strides”
!)
!
This conclusion is further "supported"
(even if the brassed-off ‘n’ bronzed statuesque one isn’t)
by Revver
ad’-pairing the piece with
promotions for underpants…
…and there I was thinking <folk’d focus>
on the subtitles.