The New Firm
December 14th, 2009 by Brian Alwine | Tags: History, Liberty, Sonnet, The New Firm | Posted in Random Observations |The New Firm
Not like the brazen giant of Enron fame,
With greedy partners astride from land to land;
Here at our rain-washed, modest office 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 worldwide welcome; her mild eyes command
The riverside land that great lakes frame.
“Keep, ancient firms, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your humble,
Your micromanaged masses yearning to breathe free,
The burnt out refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the honest, time sheet-weary to me,
I lift my lamp beside the office door!”
—Brian Alwine, 2009 (with apologies to Emma Lazarus, author of The New Colossus)
The New Colossus
