As obama readies Gitmo for Haitians there is a need both to translate this sign to Creole, and to make a few changes to the plaque that graces the statue of liberty. In the circumstances, the Emma Lazarus poem required a few minor revisions. These are shown below.
The [Brand] New Colossus
Not Much 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 Whore of Wall Street..
beacon bloodstained hand
welcome disdain; her mild wild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Keep Take ancient lands, your mock storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "
Give me Hold back your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send Keep these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me with thee,
I lift my
lamp skirts beside the golden door!"