Sunday, September 23, 2018


("Trump Administration Aims to Sharply Restrict New Green Cards For Those On Public Aid")

Give me your tired (but not those wearied of war and the smell of death), your poor (but not those whose hands are too deeply in our coffers), your huddled masses yearning to breathe free (but not those little ones gathered in cells bewildered and beleaguered by an openly hostile universe).

We have abandoned the principle that was our beacon of light. Dismissed in anger, consumed by the excrement that masquerades as concern for our own well being.

"Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me."

It has become the empty and darkest of nights 
Danger residing deep within our troubled souls
We are blind to the pain directly in our sights
Our beating heart turned hard, harsh and cold

We are deaf to the sound of their fervent cries
As if they are but a grain of sand on our shores
We are lost in a sea of endless aching lies
And Lady Liberty resides among us no more.

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