It is about the contemporary resonance of Lazarus's startling words, the only ones in which a state has appeared to invite not just any old immigrants, but the poorest of the poor: "Your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore."
Olennaista ovat Lazaruksen koskettavat sanat, ainoat laatuaan, joissa valtio ei kutsu vain maahanmuuttajia vaan ”köyhistä köyhimpiä”: ”Your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.”