...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
And I'll teargas 'em. Right at the border; soak 'em down. Men, women, children, I'll gas 'em all. Damn furriners.
I have no idea what to say about all this beyond blasphemous curses on those responsible. But I really appreciate you posting about it. Acknowledging it is, in essence, holding vigil.
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