I've grown tired of politics playing you as pawns.
I've grown tired of a small non representative nano section of my country spinning fear into hate and the majority of you and humanity feeling the sorrow.
I've grown tired of the games they are playing with every single one of your lives, well being and support.
This is not what you signed up for....fought for...and died for....
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
America was once a sanctuary for all....I will fight for your well deserved sanctuary and peace for all. Rest my friends rest.
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