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.
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.
5 comments:
I so agree and have been upset all day... I am the grand daughter of immigrants from Poland.....
Thank you <3
Rosemary, you and I can trace our families back to the very start of this country, and proud of it, we can not let this happen , I protest against this inhumanity,
So upset here in NY.
I just quoted this on FB yesterday. I pray our government takes note and changes their ways soon. A very sad time!
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