... many things. Within those meanings are messages, some of which are written on the statue itself. 

One of the messages is a poem written by Emma Lazarus over 120 years ago, reading:

"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-toast to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

The Jets may have taken to their New York roots a little too firmly over the past few weeks, as they have apparently sent out a memo to the rest of the league that may read something like this:

Give me your troubled, your disgruntled,

The ones who have refused to comply with organizational polic...

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