[Wolferz]

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
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!"

Lady Liberty continues...

Now that you're here, you might as well work these no-wage jobs I have for you. I like making money off the backs of slaves. It helps keep the patina off my dress.

Moths to the flame?