A beacon of freedom
Bob Morris @ May 18th 2006 00:32 - Category: Immigrant rights
“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.”
- poem on the Statue of Liberty
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