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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas
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That was fierce!
On so many levels!
You may know what this allegory represents: it is not inevitable; it is not human nature; it is not the way of the world; we will not sit oblivious in bliss as the storm rages about us.
We will return to Omelas. We will change this.
The following poem by Emma Lazurus was written to consecrate Liberty. I believe it could stand for many things; for instance, the passing of the flame from the old religions of pomp and dogma and personality and patriarchy and ritual, to the heart of the lotus now growing.
The New Colossus
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!
Take it.
It's a great story though.