Most of us are familiar with the poem inscribed on the base of The Statue of Liberty:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
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Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Some of us apparently believe this does not apply to those attempting to escape the war in Syria. Those people should hang their heads in shame.
Robert C. Johnson, Boise