The poem, by Emma Lazarus, and firmly attached to the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor states:
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free-
The retched refuse of your teeming shore-
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me-I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Really…The homeless remain homeless, the tempest-tossed remain desperate, and the haves don’t give a damn about the have-nots. we need to rethink our opinions and attitudes regarding those yearning to breathe free.
