Once greeted me with open arms,
Now they're reaching for their arms.
A country made just for my kind,
They're actions now seem not so kind.
A safe haven for those who were persecuted,
Pray I won't be the next one persecuted.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
Demonizing their tired, their poor, their huddled masses yearning to breathe free.