Huddled

The endless sound of shutting down your spiraling notebook factory

Give back your inkwell of egos, system's leaking

Spare you your attention to the endless dance recital

Give to you your lesson as you're barely speaking

And huddled

Having won, and do you have a light?

You can't know this

Kiss like morphine

Give to them your tired, your poor, your huddled masses

Great police who guard the gates, King Richard and the Dragging Asses

Who was our first president, and who will be the last?

Are you yet convincеd when you are sleeping in class?

And huddled

Through thе smoke, your lover comes at last

Through escaping

Not having given in

To one eye winking

And straying from the garden through battle-scarred terrain

And to the witch's son, to you, he will explain

His photos, patients, synthetic sync technique

He's getting warmer every word he speaks

And inundated with his hair dye streaks