Incantation Nation - Episode 3 - The New Colossus

Episode 3: The New Colossus - Incantation:

Not like the brazen giant

of Greek fame,

with conquering limbs astride

from land to land;

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.

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!"

Emma Lazarus, 1883

We are tempest-tost, my beautiful nation, but we are anything but lost. Each and EVERY voice is a Revolution!