Take the plaque down

I looked up The New Colossus, the poem by Emma Lazarus on the Statue of Liberty, to get the words right. As I read it again, it occurred to me how sad it is that so many Americans no longer believe what it says.

"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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Of course, now that we've adopted so many socialist measures, that wretched refuse of your teeming shore can't be allowed. Freeloaders.