"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." AND THEY WILL BE GREETED BY OUR MILITARY WHO WILL BE WEAPONIZED TO TURN THEM BACK. IT WILL BE SHOOT TO KILL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. STAY AWAY. WE DON'T WANT YOUR KIND HERE.
