Tempest Tossed



“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!”

No words of mine could possibly say it more eloquently.  THIS is the true spirit of the United States of America.  I am so saddened to see that my own Governor, Charlie Baker, and so many other elected leaders, have chosen to ignore these words.

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