THE PROMISE

It seems to me that we need to reread the words at the foot 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,

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Either those are true, right and good words that we live by, or we retire Lady Liberty.

Thank You.