Where in the world are they from?
Did they come through the front door,
With all the necessary paperwork in order?
Are they black or yellow or red or
Just not white like our founding fathers?
How can you question who once made us great
With ambition, courage, sacrifice, and hard work?
“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.”
We accepted them and we became
The greatest country in all the world.
But the times they have certainly changed
And now we want to make America great again.
So just let them return home
And curse the fate they were born with.
We don’t need them to fulfill their hopes
While making this country better than ever.
We don’t want people who will work hard
And reinvigorate old crumbling neighborhoods.
Why do we need more people to pick our crops,
Prepare our foods and serve and clean up after us?
What is good about having dreamers study hard
And advance science, technology, and businesses?
Why do we need low unemployment and low inflation
Just like in the good old days we want to bring right back?
Our country can solve all its problems
By just closing all our doors to everybody.
Oh, we can do it all alone without any foreigners,
But what is everyone’s status and how did they get here?
*Quote on the Statue of Liberty, from the Emma Lazarus poem, “The New Colossus”
Copyright 2025, Charles A. Bruns
