You asked for the tired, the poor
the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
You said with your lamp light lifted high…
Send them all to me.
You said this is the land where everyone
everyone…shall breathe free.
You said you were the beacon of hope
our statue of liberty.
But it’s been a long time since they arrived
since they traveled across the sea
and some people in this country
are still yearning to be free
Some people are made to feel inferior
they are made to feel small…
not only can they not breathe free…
but some…cannot breathe at all.
And although it’s late…it’s not too late
to act…as we pray on bended knee…
to listen to their voices…
and let everyone breathe free.
For until the day when everyone
Everyone…breathes free
then you are just another statue
and not our statue of liberty.
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