New poem on Statue of Liberty by global corporation

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1. Duke
   

   The new poem by the global corporation on the Statue of Liberty is:
   Like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
   With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
   Here at our sea-washed, gilded gates shall stand
   A mighty banker with a blow torch, whose flame
   Shall imprison millions in debt, and his name is
   Father of Wall Street greed. From his clutching hand
   Grows worldwide corporations and hedge funds; whose rabid eyes command
   The air-bridged harbor that the masters of the universe frame.
   "d**n the groveling unemployed, your poverty is distasteful!" cries he
   With bilious lips. "Cast away your tired, your poor
   Your huddled masses who are suckers and leeches,
   Deport the teeming hordes from our privileged shores of gluttony.
   Send these, the homeless, the jobless, the tempest-tost to an early grave,
   I lift my Cayman Islands bank account beside my door of gold!
   We are the 1 Percent: the chosen ones.
   Be gone the rest of you. We won; you lost"
   Whereas the old one was:
   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!"
    

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