Huddled Madness

"Give me your tired... your poor...
your huddled masses... because I'm hungry"

My people also 
scraped hulls on these shores 
My people too 
In the same boats with yours 

They adorned their necks 
with the crucifix 
longing to be good 
witless Christians 

They dreamt about 
your moral high ground 
Never dreaming it would be 
their bones you climbed to reach it