They fled poverty, corruption, and abuse to our country, a land that cried,
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,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
When they came to our country, we called them terrorists and thieves.
By the color of their skin, we judged them all. By the language that they spoke, we called them all drug lords, human traffickers, and alien.
It didn’t matter to us that they did not have the luxury of time to go through a system that takes decades for the best of men and women to go through.
It didn’t matter that they loved America or freedom enough to pay taxes to a country they weren’t even legally recognized by.
But the greatest injustice was when they sent their children to us, an act of desperation, and we spewed hatred at them.
We slammed the door on the least of these. Called them selfish and spoiled when they wouldn’t eat food that made them sick. Blocked their path and forced them to return to crowded shelters.
We made every excuse we could to not treat them as men, women, and children, but as security risks, as potential disease-spreaders, as animals.
God have mercy on America.