The New Colossus
"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!"
I wonder if I could show these lines to the Tea Party-ers and the neo-cons of this country, if it would make a difference. I guess not.