Mother of exiles

Hello, I am the Statue of Liberty, the Mother of Exiles, standing at the gateway to America, where the sea meets the shore and hope meets opportunity. I am not like the giants of ancient legends, the conquerors who stretched their limbs across lands. I am different. I am a mighty woman, yet not one of domination. I hold a torch, blazing with the light of imprisoned lightning, a beacon of freedom that shines across the world. My flame is not one of conquest, but of welcome. I am here, at the sunset gates of the New World, overlooking the harbor that spans between two great cities. In my raised hand glows an invitation, a promise that transcends borders and time. My voice is silent but unyielding, and it echoes across the waves to every shore. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp," I cry to those old empires and their glittering grandeur. I do not ask for riches, power, or fame. No, I ask for the tired, the poor, those souls who yearn to breathe free. I welcome the huddled masses, those who seek refuge from hardship and storm. Send me those who feel cast aside, the homeless, those battered by life’s tempests. I lift my lamp high, lighting the golden door—a path of hope, dignity, and freedom. Here, you are welcome, here you belong. So, to all who hear my silent call, know that I stand here, unwavering. I am the light that endures, the promise that reaches across oceans. For as long as I hold this torch, the flame of liberty shall remain, guiding those who seek it to a new beginning. And so, I stand, unwavering, a silent sentinel of hope and freedom. My torch shines not only to light the way, but to remind the world that even in darkness, the promise of liberty endures. May those who seek a better life always find that golden door open, and may the spirit of welcome and unity continue to guide us forward. For insights into the challenges that face this spirit today, follow Information-Warfare.com and stay informed about the world we share.