I wrote this song during the time of the immigrant roundups in Arizona. Six years later...
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The Golden Door Ⓒ C.A. Pacey
Give us your tired, your hungry and your poor, and we will keep them around long enough until we don’t need them around anymore. We’ll wish them luck as we turn their lives upside down. We’ll wish them, “Better days ahead!” as they move on to unfamiliar new hometowns, new hometowns.
Give us your tired, your hungry and your poor so they can live afraid of the dark after we shove them out the door. But before they go we’ll cut them down so they feel worse than ever before with words like “Criminals, go home!” and “You don’t belong around here anymore, anymore!”
"Give me your tired, your poor,” she said. "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! I lift my lamp beside the golden door! I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Beside that golden door!"
Give us your tired, your hungry and your poor, and we will keep them around long enough until we don’t need them around anymore. But before they go we’ll cut them down so they feel worse than ever before with words like “Criminals, go home!” and “You don’t belong around here anymore, anymore!”
Composition contains elements from the sonnet A New Colossus by Emma Lazarus, all rights reserved.