Poem on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty
"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,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
We are a nation of immigrants, whether we crossed the Bering land bridge 10 millennia ago, the Atlantic 3 centuries ago (my ancestor), or an imaginary line on a map yesterday. Our national motto: From many, One. (e pluribus unum) Get over it.
mjrandles 3 days ago
she doesn't know wtf she's talking about.
sweetdwhite 3 months ago
Poem on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty
"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,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
We are a nation of immigrants, whether we crossed the Bering land bridge 10 millennia ago, the Atlantic 3 centuries ago (my ancestor), or an imaginary line on a map yesterday. Our national motto: From many, One. (e pluribus unum) Get over it.
mjrandles 3 days ago
she doesn't know wtf she's talking about.
sweetdwhite 3 months ago