The Colossus Steps Down
after Emma Lazarus, "The New Colossus"
Give me your tired
and we will let them sleep
on concrete floors.
Give me your poor
and we will accuse them
of stealing our jobs,
taking our share.
Give me your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free
and we will lock them up
without food, soap, or care.
Keep your worldwide welcome,
we cry with angry lips.
The wretched refuse
of your teeming shore?
We give them the finger
beside the golden door.