My partner’s family sought political asylum in the United
States when he was a child
Rebels marched his family out of their country at gunpoint.
My partner became a U.S. citizen 20 years ago.
He proudly votes in every election.
Because of Trump, my partner is now afraid for his family and
because of Trump’s white nationalists, my partner is a target.
We are these words, these words are US:
 “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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved – Revised September 2019
Art by Rob Goldstein 