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 
Dang, son. This is tight.