"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!"
-- Emma Lazarus
@AceNovo Yeah, we're gonna have Sarah Huckabee Sanders reciting from Anne Frank's Diary any day now.
Sunbeam City is a anticapitalist, antifascist solarpunk instance that is run collectively.