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-tost to me,
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Those were my thoughts when I heard the news of Statue of Liberty closing. In the face of today's resentment towards immigrants this poem is even more poignant! Thank you for drawing attention towards it again.
A sign in front of Liberty of Statue New Colossus closed for restoration Can not accept the tired and desolate Hungry and homeless beaten by fate The wretched refuse of the world! Date of opening to be announced soon!
The tiredness and poor perception should be given up. With positive mind all should work effectively. You give and forgive. This is surprise. Together you can move ahead. This poem is very beautifully penned.10
With wonderful satire your poem is presented! The high Ideals of this country are choking under the restoration debris!