"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!"
In a warmer world people will be forced to move around even more. We think we will all need to learn to be warmer hosts in this warmer world. What do you think?