The Begrudged Colossus (to Emma Lazarus)
Apr 12, 2022
“Keep your shithole countries, their pathetic brood!” cries she
With silent lips: “give me your IT engineers, artists
Third-world millionaires, gardeners and nannies
Son of a gun running for shelter from your justice
Send your gold geese laying gold eggs in cages
For you I lift my gun beside the barb-wired wall
Because from scum like you, I want it all.
