Statue of Lost Liberty

Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean, she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone. No emotion for the wretched masses, because her heart shall be as hard as stone. In her fist she’ll carry no bright beacon, to call those huddled masses to her shore. She’ll tower above a locked iron gate, no golden path stretched out before her door. She will take your poor, homeless, tempest tossed, send them back to the place from whence they came. They will not be welcomed to her bosom, but cast aside in America’s name. Her barbed borders guarded by armed forces, sending out her cold message loud and clear. Proclaiming America’s new motto, If you’re not rich or white, get out of here.