To Those
To those
who gave up everything
they knew, they lived, they loved,
To give me
my Today
my American day:
Were that small
leaking stinking wooden ship
sailing today
bound for America,
And they be
crowded on the bow
watching in great anticipation
as an unknown skyline
emerges from the mist...
What would they see?
A gate across the waters...?
Signage saying
No Admittance.
No immigrants allowed.
And a statue weeping.
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