If we can be nothing else, let us at least be honest.
“Keep your war-torn, tortured, and weary souls, we do not want them here.
Keep your outcast, useless, vagrant people they fill our hearts with fear.
May you die and starve upon the sea, we will not light the flame.
May you perish on the borderland, for us there is no shame.
And if you come upon our shore your children we will take.
To rape and sell and lock away, your families we will break.
I lift my lamp beside the door and if I see you sneaking in,
I’ll pull my gun and shoot you dead and say I have no sin.”
Rest in peace Mother of Exiles, you are greatly missed.
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