Five Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves.
Send her away
Send her away, get her out of my sight,
Bellows the New Colossus.
A storm’s a-brewin’
A storm’s a-brewin’, so throw the dark brown dog out the window
before it’s too late,
they’re not gonna wait much longer
soon you’ll see all our fears come true.
What’s one more lost soul
now our ambition’s so close!
Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves…

– K Poleet

“America has been dealing with the problem of illegal immigrants ever since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock.” – K. Poleet

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