Border of Tears

Give me your tired, your poor, priced while losing no sleep. By King bedded fat cats who's pockets run deep.
The huddling masses, no hope to breathe free. Caged, separated, no freedom to see.
The wretched refuse, the burden in cage
The cost to the citizen, patriot rage.
Walls of a tyrant, to settle a score
a key cast away, a locked golden door.