Give Us Your Tired, Your Poor

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

. . .

On second thought, to hell with them.

First they came for the lettuce pickers, and I did not speak out because I was not a lettuce picker.

Then they came for the maids and the dishwashers, and I did not speak out because I was not a maid or a dishwasher.

Then they came for the gardeners and the nannies, and I did not speak out because I was not a gardener or a nanny.

Then they came for the meatpacking workers, and I did not speak out because I was not a meatpacking worker.

Then they came for the construction workers, and I did not speak out because I was not a construction worker.

When they come for me, will anyone speak out for me?