Sunday, November 25, 2018


...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.

1 comment:

  1. 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.