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whatareyoutalkingabo [S] 0 points ago +1 / -1

"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!"

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2021Is1776 1 point ago +1 / -0

A poem written by a Marxist, seems they love keeping people in huddled masses