The remainder of the poem goes on to say "The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
jul 15, 2025, 1:16 pm • 1 0 • view
The remainder of the poem goes on to say "The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Sounds like an invitation to refugees to me. Yet the asylum process is dead, and people who have been legally following the process have been arrested and deported. America that was great was built by these people, now it's overrun by fascistic Christian Nationalists. America is DONE.