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LYRICS to ZERO TOLERANCE
«I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The president blamed democrats
and claimed that he was powerless
his hand was forced into enforcing immigration law
Turns out he was lying on both counts
that’s not surprising since he lies
whenever he is using both his tongue and jaw
And who are the victims
of what he is enforcing?
What are the stories they will someday tell?
About their escape to the City on a Hill,
how it was a descent into hell.
The US has two borders one to South
and one that’s Northern,
odd that zero tolerance applies to only of those.
Double standards not withstanding
white kids aren’t the ones they’re branding
just another glimpse beneath the the emperors new clothes.
Hoping there would be someone to clarify this
The press waited calmly, to the podium she came
She listened to questions, there were so very many
and then she began to explain
When she said,
«Na nana nana. Na nana na na.»
«Na nana nana. Na nana na na.»
Then she said, «Do dodah dodo, da deedo dee dah.»
«Da dada daba. Da dada duh pah!»
Melania accidentally showed
the underlying moral code
or lack thereof to wit what they are putting people through
treating children like they’re cattle
offering up random prattle
written on her jacket
«I don’t really care. Do you?»
Not LIKE the brazen giant of Greek
fame, with conquering limbs astride from
land to land: Here at our sea-washed
sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose
flame is the imprisoned lightning.
and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!”
With silent lips she proclaims.
“Give me your tired,
your tired and your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, the tempest tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
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