“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” – It says.
So, they can flood the concrete
and fill these shallows mountains of stone.
It will indulge you,
it whispers promising.

Healing sick, healing the wounds of the lost,
it says, requires to;
Lose what you loved, 
valued, believed
for it takes too much space,
that you cannot afford,
for it has no place among things.
For the only dogma in this city,
is that of the materialist. 

Run for your life, every day! I say.
Run from job to job for pay.
For this is the freedom of the rich,
for this is the freedom of inheritance and kitsch,
of nepotism and glitz
-	for this, is the lie of capitalism
veiled in deformed socialism
and hollow dreams. 

Do not look up in the sky! He says.
For there are no stars to see
No wishes to set you free
from the prime time that shines
at you from every screen,
buy two for one, 
spend more to get some THING free,
buy your own fun
Now!
and Here!
For Money.
Money for things,
for money is the only thing
that provides the idea of freedom sold at every turn,
for money is all that is left
of self, or other. 
But is this what you yearn?

What you see is not me.
It is a snippet of a magazine,
a series I have seen on screen,
a narrative I desire to fulfill,
a movie I have bought into,
a style that screams: I have been to…
For things are all that is left of thee.

Give me your sick, your tired, your wounded, your poor, your lost and huddled masses.
It will take us no time to expose their empty reflections,
and ugly grimaces.
Make them stranger to their own culture.
Make them stranger to their own smiles. 
I will become the mold on their wounds,
I will infect them with the lies
of the “free”.

And when I am done with thee,
or you resist to be 
my idea of success – It will take them away!
These tired. These poor. These huddled masses.
For it has no air for them to breathe. 
For they have nothing more to give 
ME
For without their work they have no worth.

I no longer tolerate
to constipate
their illusions of revolutions
and self-worth.
I eagerly anticipate
truth.

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