Don’t come here tired and don’t come here poor!
You’re not to huddle beside the golden door.
It is not meant for you and it never will be
no matter how hard you try or how much plea.
You’re bringing pestilence into this land
and we’ve got more than we can stand.
Just ask the Indians why the white man won’t go.
He’s got it too good, their mortal foe.
Shelby I. Courtland
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