AN AMERICAN CAGE      BY JOHN FLYNN


THERE IS A LADY DOWN BY THE HARBOR
LIFTING HER LAMP BY THE GOLDEN DOOR
WE’VE TRIED TO MAKE THAT LADY A LIAR
WE’VE TRIED TO MAKE THAT LADY A WHORE

SHE SAYS “GIVE ME YOUR TIRED” 
WE TAKE THEIR CHILDREN FROM THEM
“GIVE ME YOUR POOR”
WE PAY NO LIVING WAGE
LET “YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE”
CHOKE ON THE STENCH IN AN AMERICAN CAGE

SHE ONCE SAID “SEND THESE THE TEMPEST-TOSSED TO ME
THE WRETCHED REFUSE OF YOUR TEEMING SHORE” 
NOW YOU CAN STAY WITH HER IF YOU'VE GOT THE PRICE BOYS
BUT DON'T COME AROUND IF YOU'RE BROWN AND YOU'RE POOR

“GIVE ME YOUR TIRED” 
WE TAKE THEIR CHILDREN FROM THEM
“GIVE ME YOUR POOR”
WE PAY NO LIVING WAGE
LET “YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE”
CHOKE ON THE STENCH IN AN AMERICAN CAGE

FUNNY HOW SACRED SOME WORDS CAN BE TO YOU
THINGS THAT THEY TAUGHT US BACK WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO FIND OUT THEY WERE LYING
HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO SEE WHAT WE’VE BECOME

OSCAR ALBERTO SAID "HOLD ON, PEQUEÑA"
VALERIA WASN’T QUITE TWO YEARS OF AGE
SHE CROSSED THE BIG RIVER, SHE DROWNED WITH HER PAPA
TRYING TO AVOID AN AMERICAN CAGE

AMERICAN CAGES AIN’T JUST STEEL AND CONCRETE
THEY’RE FORGED OF THE HUMANITY WE BETRAY
WHEN WE TURN OUR BACKS ON THE CRIES OF THE DESPERATE
IMPRISONING OUR VERY SOULS WHEN WE SAY

“GIVE US YOUR TIRED” 
AND TAKE THEIR CHILDREN FROM THEM
“GIVE US YOUR POOR”
AND PAY NO LIVING WAGE
"LET YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE
CHOKE ON THE STENCH IN AN AMERICAN CAGE"

GIVE ME YOUR TIRED
GIVE THEIR CHILDREN BACK TO THEM
GIVE ME YOUR POOR
PAY THEM A DECENT WAGE
MAY YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE
HELP US FIND STRENGTH TO FIGHT GREED FEAR AND RAGE
THE STRENGTH TO TEAR DOWN THIS AMERICAN CAGE

THERE IS LADY DOWN BY THE HARBOR
BOWING HER HEAD BY THE GOLDEN DOOR

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