False Hope - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Give me your tired. Give me your poor.
So many flocked to an elusive door
that enslaves the masses through endless war.
And that's not what they came here for.
They came for the ideals they believed were here.
They came with good intentions to a new frontier.
They worked with pride to persevere
and never in their minds did they adhere
to all of the scenes that are here today.
For the thought of what's happening in the USA
was fantasy that could never come their way.
And now that they're here they think and say.
'We escaped our past with hope in our eyes.
But our past followed us and it falsifies
the reason we came for we now realize
that what we believed turned out to be lies.
This country's not free and neither are we.
It's filled with corruption and tyranny.'
So the tired and poor have been made to see
that the Lady in the harbor cries incessantly.
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