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There were some things I thought we all believed
Like "send those homeless, tempest-tost, to me"
Or just "America, land of the free."
But now I find that I have been deceived.
The wanderer, the lost, the refugee
Cannot rely on us; are not reprieved
But made to suffer once again. Are we
Afraid of those we already received?
If so, then let us all depart once more;
For who among us, though ourselves born here
Descends from those who never immigrated?
We all passed through the open golden door.
Where would we be if we had then been hated--
Blocked by an unthought and illegal fear?