“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free”

Footnote1:  Before they’re returned to the slaughter
Or left to drown in the sea

“The wretched refuse of your teeming shore”

Footnote 2:  Including darling beached babies risen from the ocean floor

“Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me”

Footnote 3: Since the ‪#‎AllLivesMatter‬ folk care about homelessness (finally!)

“I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Footnote 4:  Erected and sustained by our pesky wars.

(I’m only being a little silly.)

Footnote 5:  The worst of afflictions makes one laugh. See Arabic proverb, “شر البلية ما يضحك”

Also, see Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus,” Statue of Liberty Inscription, 1883.

Wednesday, 2 December 2015