“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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
As I read and hear the hate filled angry words
of so many here in this country who scream to slam shut our doors,
it makes me mournful and so so weary of the intolerance and ignorance.
Behind those volatile rantings is so much fear.
Something that they have in common with refugees.
Couldn’t that be a place to start.