Huddled masses, yearning to be free

Enslaved to needs of you and me

Grow our crops, tend our fields

Beneath hard men who refuse to yield.

Packing impulsive desires 

Things they can’t afford to acquire 

Into mails, swift to ship 

As technocrats crack the whip.

Clean our homes, porcelains gleaming

As we whisper about them stealing

Between haves and nots, lack of trust

But lives easier have we must. 

Cooking our food, bussing tables

For them, leisure a fable

Pay stolen, tips robbed

Someone else always to take their job. 

Plucking poultry, slaughtering cows

That we eat not caring how

Building houses they cannot buy

Day labored, for them the Dream is a lie.  

Tasks we don’t want, below us

Glad others have to fuss

Out of sight, their travails we miss

To live in bubble shined bliss. 

Working hurt and sick

To maximize hours, profits, and clicks

Herded in tenements, landlords’ rapacious 

Cold baths, molds, stilled furnaces.

They only want a better life

Away from poverty and strife

If in their shoes you

What would you do?

Walking thousands of leagues 

Familiar hearths they leave 

Trekking deserts, jungles, seas

Tougher than you and me. 

Cyclically we demonize them 

Blaming for all injuries to our ken

Crimes committed; jobs taken

So easy to forsaken.

Pull themselves up by bootstraps

Preach we old mediocratic crap 

But opportunity, hoard to our breast

For ourselves only, forsaking the rest.

Fanned by nativist rage

All across the newspaper page

We turn against our serfs

But only ourselves we hurt. 

A nation lip serviced Christian 

Spouting hollow benedictions 

Forgetting commands Gospel

To the stranger, Pharisee hostile. 

When tell the travelling poor  

To deport from our shores

Forgetting we were them back when

Reveals more about us than them. 

Better to keep them in penury, wicked  

We have ourselves deluded permitted 

To have our gluttonous fill 

Grind tender souls up in Satanic mills. 

Beware of politicians’ crazy

Exhorting arguments dishonest and lazy  

Seeking to cast out immigrant throngs 

Because trust me, when your stuff doesn’t come

You’ll miss them when they are gone.  

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