by Timothy Steele

(After Emma Lazarus, with some of her words)

Matron of Exiles, by the golden door,
Our Lady welcomes still the tired and poor.
But agents of the government now track
The refugee and turn the migrant back
While, in DC, a brazen giant stands
And holds aloft a sand wedge, and commands,
“Bring me those skilled in treachery and stealth,
Your crypto barons yearning after wealth.”