The New New Colossus

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Shame on you,

huddled in piss-soaked rags,

sob story scrawled on a cardboard square.

No one cares what brought you here,

take your junk and move along — I won’t

say it again, do I make myself clear?

 

The nerve of you,

spouting gibberish like a spic;

we speak American here, like

Christian soldiers everywhere.

Get a clue, make it quick — red, 

white and blue should be your prayer.

 

Look at you,

with your crazy ideas: empathy, forgiveness,

live and let live. Haven’t you heard, 

there’s a new boss in town — burly, 

buff and blonde. Yeah, he’s a clown,

get with the program lest we slap you down.