Thread: Central American Kids Go to School in U.S. While Their Deportation Is Decided

Originally Posted by Emma Lazarus in 1883

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" 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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

It is tragic that U.S. government authorities give greater heed to the noble sentiment of a 34-year-old New York City poet than they do to the Constitution of the United States and the U.S. Code of Laws which they are sworn to uphold.