Photo: Inge Vandormael
So she stands in the harbor
Greeting weary souls’ sails.
Her eyes had welcomed
The many
Who fled war, harm, travail.
She faced cannons
Of hardship,
Wept as terror sought
To prevail.
She marks the better
We can be,
The stories nations
Can be proud
To tell.
Through many storms
In the harbor,
She lights the way
In the gale.
As hate now amplifies sorrow
Seeking to see her bounty
Curtailed,
She hopes her pledge ‘cross the ages
Won’t become one made
To no avail.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: our world
Na'ama Yehuda 
I wonder when those residing above will feel the same, just like this lady with a torch in her hand 🙂
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Not sure who the ‘residing above’ are, but I do hope that all people will accept the call to help the less fortunate and offer a home to the traumatized and persecuted. Thank you for the comment!
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I was referring to those who we elect every five years to rule above us. Many listen to the very public who elected them up but majority, in many parts of the world, don’t.
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Indeed! That is all too true. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
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