I prefer these lines: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.
That just perpetuates a myth. Ever really studied the amount these workers really pump back into our economy?
The key word is "WORKERS" not all are anymore.
"And see my tax dollars nevermore!!"