High in the Welsh mountains where the mega statue of our glorious leader "El Jim" towers over the valleeeeeees the inscription reads....
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries he
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
It brings a tear to my eye every time I stand in the wind and rain reading this.