Emma Lazarus. It's not a name you probably know. But, you know her words. You've heard them before, even if you've decided to forget them...
'Twas the day before Christmas And the house was a mess But it was no big deal Because the cookie party was a success
If You Want to Understand Why I’m Crying It’s because I can’t protect her I can’t protect her against The rising tides of water and hatred I can’t protect her when She leaves my arms for school Where children with spinning compasses And growing access to lethal weapons and unchecked prejudices Can penetrate the sanctuary Of education and innocence
K.L. Kranes 