The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates 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 world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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!"
It is just a hunk of copper, with the words of one of the founders of the US Socialist party on it. I am sick of slogans, slogans do me no good when I see neighborhood after neighborhood trashed, working class Americans taxed to the hilt for fewer services because of illegals, upward mobility seized up.
Give me your sick and impoverished. Give me those who refuse the rule of law of the USA. Give me those who lift their own flag over that of this country. Give me those who educate their children on the American Citizens dime. Give me those who will not pledge allegiance to this country nor learn it's language. Give me those who would rather flee their own country than try and fight for a country under THE RULE OF LAW.
You know, LAW. That law that came by way of MOSES.
Our President and this countrys politicians are all about the Rule of Law?
YOu bet.