The world-wide welcome from that beacon-hand
Soon flickered and went out, once mighty flame
Extinguished by the watery tears that came
Falling from heaven, angels’ tears that land
From sea to sea, like blood upon the sand
Shed by the innocent. My country’s shame,
Regarding hopeful immigrants with blame
In lieu of introspection’s reprimand.
Mother of Exiles, weep! Heed this new voice:
“Keep, ancient lands,” America now groans,
“Your shithole people, and let us rejoice
In every one we grind up into bones
Who sought a place of justice and by choice
Came to these shores, and plutocratic zones.”