Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Emma Lazarus 1849-1887
LADY LIBERTY
They came with hope from everywhere
Braved dangerous journeys to find themselves here
Most kissed the ground of the land of the free
Seeking new hope for prosperity
They were so tired of the tyrannical minds
In the land they left not grudgingly behind
They were tired but able bodied, ready for the grind
A hopeful beacon Lady Liberty held high brightly shined
But who opened the gates to the progressive interlopers?
Who spiked the koolaide of citizen voters?
Who gave them power to oversee the foreclosure
In this country that has become at best mediocre?
What is it falling down the cheek of Lady Liberty?
Behold, is this a tear of sadness I see?
Her beacon no longer glows for the land of the free
Is the cause all the apathy harbored in people like me?
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