Sorry, I’m an American, I don’t go in for that kind of anti-immigration talk.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. "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 wish that this was still a valued part of our culture. Seems like more and more people are against what built this country, and want to restrict immigration.
Sorry, I’m an American, I don’t go in for that kind of anti-immigration talk.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. "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 wish that this was still a valued part of our culture. Seems like more and more people are against what built this country, and want to restrict immigration.