The poem, by Emma Lazarus, and firmly attached to the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor states:
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free-
The retched refuse of your teeming shore-
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me-I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Really…The homeless remain homeless, the tempest-tossed remain desperate, and the haves don’t give a damn about the have-nots. we need to rethink our opinions and attitudes regarding those yearning to breathe free.
“Global Warming is a Hoax…”
Found In Translation I - A Gift To The Russian President
“Hitler, The Bitch”
Jesus Christ Has Died (2of2)
“Wearing A Mask Will Deprive You of Your Freedoms…”
The Russians Are Coming! The Russians Are Coming!
“Patron Saints of Black Americans”
“I Stormed The Capital For Donald Trump...”



