The oil is out in the torch I hold
Sequestered by blonde white men
Who their souls have sold!
Don’t give me your weary,
Don’t give me your homeless
Don’t give me your tired
I now need the storied pomp
Keep your wretched refuse and your teeming hordes
Keep the tempest-tost on your damned black shores.
We’re not shedding no tear
We’re done here!