“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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” [Emma Lazarus]
Let's welcome the dreamers who come from all places
No matter their rank or the hue of their faces.
With work they will merit
The rights we inherit
A chance to live happy with all in free spaces.