We need the Old Colossus now
with its defiant blazing torch
as archetype for our goddess
that stands out on our golden shore.
Let her not be toppled by men,
if she shall parish from the earth
let it be the gods who cleaved her
and left us without the light of hope.
This torch has stood with us before
and a library burned to ash,
and a darkness descended to man
that took a thousand years to fix.
The Poetry Of J.P. 