Sunday, November 25, 2018
"MOTHER OF EXILES"
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.
Posted by Rmj at 6:46 PM