I delved into the mind of the person who would reject a possibly orphaned child without so much as a second glance. The Amazing thing is that this person is claiming to have the morally superior position.
The Even Newer Colossus
By A Wright Winger
Not like those comely sirens of Greek fame
With luring arms beckoning ships to land
Here at our well guarded, impervious gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
is full with reckless power, and perfect aim
Mother of the Select. From her fearsome-hand
Blazes with warning;her burning eyes land
The fortress harbor that hides the city's name
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” warns she
With purséd lips. “Keep them, your lazy, your poor,
Your infested invaders yearning to take our air,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, send them from me,
I douse the lamp beside my locked door!”
Here is the original, open armed version
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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!"