Five Children Murdered After They Were Deported Back To Honduras

[Divernan]

29. "WTF" was the matter with the country YOUR ancestors emigrated from?

And aren't you eternally grateful they were not summarily sent back to whatever situation they were fleeing?

How is it remotely possible you grew up in the US and never heard this poem by Emma Lazarus, which is on a plaque inside the Statue of Liberty base? Its famous last lines have become a part of American history.

New Colussus
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"