You asked for the tired, the poor

the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

You said with your lamp light lifted high…

Send them all to me.


You said this is the land where everyone

everyone…shall breathe free.

You said you were the beacon of hope

our statue of liberty.


But it’s been a long time since they arrived

since they traveled across the sea

and some people in this country 

are still yearning to be free


Some people are made to feel inferior

they are made to feel small…

not only can they not breathe free…

but some…cannot breathe at all.


And although it’s late…it’s not too late

to act…as we pray on bended knee…

to listen to their voices…

and let everyone breathe free.


For until the day when everyone

Everyone…breathes free

then you are just another statue

and not our statue of liberty.

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