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-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Funny how I don't see anything in there about giving me your terrorists, islamofascists or those that wish to change the country to a muslim theocracy.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Funny how I don't see anything in there about giving me your terrorists, islamofascists or those that wish to change the country to a muslim theocracy.