To the protesters…
You should all be ashamed of yourselves; you horrible, horrible people.
These are children. These are human beings.
There is too much hatred and abuse in this world – to animals in slaughterhouses, to our pets who trust us to love and care for them with compassion, to children who don’t deserve to be locked up in cages or left in cars to die in misery.
Think about THIS poem today on the 4th of July as you celebrate our country that offers you the freedom to scream at children who deserve food and shelter and running water.
What if this was YOUR family? Hmmm?
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.