These are the words that go with the video posted by Beki (razncain). She posted them on the video comments section but I thought they deserved more attention so THANKS to razncain for writing such a thoughtful poem / song lyric
Her video can be seen here 

http://www.cyclefish.com/razncain/videos/328 />

Please direct your replies to razncain for she is the author.I merely have the honor of reposting what she wrote.

Bring Me Your Tired

From New York City to East LA, from the Bible Belt Baptists to the radical gays;

Forgive and forget, it's way too easy to say, but it takes a lot more than just kneeling to pray.

I don't care 'bout your skin, I don't care what you're in, from the North to the South, we all got the same sin.

Now we may not agree, what it means to be free, but before you look down, take a good look around;

And bring me your tired, bring me your poor, remember the blood, and what America's for;

Bring me your huddled masses and then, tell me what party you think you should be in.

It's not about black, red, white, or tan, who's god is the right one, who's saved or who's damned.

So freedom ain't free but you don't wanna pay, you wanna sit on your ass and yell you got rights to say;

Whatever you want but it ain't you dying there, making sure you live free, another self-righteous day.

And bring me your tired, bring me your poor, remember the struggle and what America's for;

Bring me your huddled masses and then, your wretched and homeless, your now and your then.

The torch is held high, and the flame never dies, but how long will you live with the prejudice and lies?

And when you're beat down and don't think you'll get through, remember the ones who are the tried and the true.

Fighting and dying, for me and for you fool, then tell me again, who's got my red, white, and blue?

Flying it high, flying it free, you burn it and stomp it, then say you hate me.

But who gives you that right, to tell me I'm wrong, who's got your back, who keeps this land strong…

So give me your tired, bring me your poor, the men and the women who stand on the shore,

You picket and protest and spit in their face, and let me tell you this son, their lives you can't replace.

So give me your tired, bring me your poor, raise the flame high, and open the door,

Bring me your huddled masses and then… watch America rise, and kick ass again.

© Chloe Z. Fox 2008-2010. All Rights Reserved.

Dedicated to the memory of SPC Lori Ann Piestewa, US Army.

In honor of Sgt. Willis R. Cain, US Army/US Navy
WWII two tours [Gunner's Mate]
Korea three tours [M.A.S.H/Field Medic]
Vietnam three tours [Field/Helicopter Medic]

And to all service men and women who have sacrificed their time and lives to assure that America remains free.

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