Loved it!
‘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
