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! EXCEPT RAGHEADS. WE DON'T WANT RAGHEADS. NO RAGHEADS ALLOWED.
