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  • HERE is hope.

    ”Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..”

    a million souls a year by law,
    another million under fences
    clamor to our borders...why?

    ”the wretched refuse of your teeming shore...”

    murder, drug dealers, racism,
    overcrowding, unemployment,
    a nation on the verge of collapse?

    ”Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me...”

    yet still the lamp burns brightly
    and beckons to the world
    we are the hope, we are the future.

    ”I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

    WE are still HERE!

    Our downfall has been spoken of,
    they're speaking of it now,
    as if our nation will be owned
    by tyranny somehow.

    But we will never fail,
    our cause is just and true
    and while this may sound simple
    there's nothing you could do

    to take away our freedoms.
    This land is our birthright,
    no flag but ours will ever fly
    but subterfuge or might.

    Within the heart of men there is
    the yearning to be free,
    no other nation on this earth
    fulfills this destiny.

    We are AMERICA!
    We are the hope of the world.
    We cannot fail.
    We must not fail.

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