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!”

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“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re not sending you, they’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bring crime. They’re rapists… And some, I assume, are good people.” – Donald Trump

You can’t grow roses in cement

If you’re looking for justice, just turn away,
somewhere, there must be a better game to play;
like an egg salad sandwich left outside to rot,
the have-nots languish
in a hopeless state of anguish.

Try to greet the day with smiles,
yeah, it really is a chore,
is there food to feed the children?
Not today, not no more.
enough schools to teach the children?
Not today, not no more.

The sun never seems to shine
in this lonely jail of mine,
but there’s no reason to lament,
you can’t grow roses in cement,
no, you can’t grow roses in cement…

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Atticus Finch: If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. – To Kill a Mockingbird