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Modern America arose
by our hands
and our blood
oiled the gears of progression

in came the immigrant tide
a sea of disposable faces
up went the bridges and buildings and cities
on the backs of expendable races

"Give us your poor
and your huddled masses..."
forgotten scriptures
etched at the base of her majestic feet

why do we give up our lives?
we are your poor
your huddled masses
forgotten servants
the streets we've built
have now become our homes
why do we give up our lives?

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