The New Land

"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!" ©Emma Lazarus

   At the base of the Statue of Liberty,
   These famous words are written,
   Are they followed by everyone,
   These remarks may be smitten….

   The tired and huddled masses,
   That come to our land,
   All not here for good reason,
   Some have no good planned…

   They hide between those who are sincere,
   And wreak havoc in the USA,
   My feelings are that we send them back,
   Sending our enemies away…

   But many believe we should let them in,
   And not push them away,
   Maybe that sounds good for now,
   But I feel we should hold them at bay…

   This country is quite noble,
   And assists countries in need,
   But the nobility is not appreciated,
   And many want us to bleed…