The Price of Freedom

Loved it!

Heart Breathings

‘give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free’;
I’ll make you empty promises,
then your children I’ll decree

give me ‘the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me’;
I’ll build border armies,
and internment camps for thee

‘I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’,
and then slam it shut, so you’ll pass through nevermore

-image via Pixabay

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