Not like the large acclaimed Greeks.
With controlled bodies across the land
Here at our bright, sea-cleansed gates will hold
A strong female with a fire, whose
flame is just like lightning, named
Mother of the banished. With her lighted hand
openly shines around the world; her calm pupils order
The sea in the air that identical cities surround
with a shut mouth,"I want your poor combined into one
and set free. The trash of the sea. Send all this trash to me.
Holding the light to welcome it in.
Kelvin Shing and
Alden Audres
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