Don't bring me your weary and your weak,
I've no use for them, did you expect to find
the rose-colored world here, that you blindly seek?
Don't bring me your starving or their sons,
I don't want the illiterate or the meek,
only the English-speaking tongue, for the rest;
they will only end up beggars on my streets,
not enough teachers to educate the young,
not enough jobs, money, food to eat.
We've only enough for the righteous and the good,
so bring me your intellects, your doctors
and scientists, only those with a high IQ would
take our New World where it ought to be.
I want those who know something about and could
build bombs, run surveillance, cure cancer.
Bring me your religious, but only Christians should
apply, as there is only one God under this sky,
a separation between church and state is understood.
Bring me the greedy, the money-hungry masses
who will spend their paycheck before they make it,
interested in flat-screen and elaborate houses,
earn and spend enough to keep the scales balanced,
we can offer a utopia of technology, that outlasts us.
I want those who are still soul-searching,
always looking for greener grasses.
My port is no longer open to the poor,
I don't want your lower classes.
I will send you our missionaries in return
I will send a million troops armed with guns,
I'm sure we could make you more like us, in turn
send us your oil and your diamonds,
we will put them to use as we are able to discern
which have trailed blood behind them,
we count all of our lessons learned!
So fill our SUV's and hummers that look real cool,
and decorate our rich with your stones and fur.
I am the New Statue of Liberty,
watch for my reality show;
"Who Wants To Be An American!" where we
put our contestants on display, strip them bare,
measure their wallets, envision what they will be,
calculate the percentage of white in their skin,
do they have what it takes to win?
It's time to take a national vote (the proceeds go
to fighting discrimination in Afghanistan),
for a small fee: "Dial 911, to vote for me!"