Poems about Immigration

America the land of   America the land of the free and the brave
All the same are we Our society brings us together Except color, race, and ethnicity
Land of the free and home of the brave. We take the world's pitiful and their worst.
Staring up at the ceiling Fourth year, in a garage. The paint was peeling But the plane was still spinning.
AmericaA land I used to love calling  homeA land I loved and lived in
Oh hey! Can you say that you see, the state of our country?
Each breath taken is An exercise, An experiment that stretches the definition of "American,"
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco
Crucible (Noun).   That Merriam-Webster, you know--
Land of the free And home of the brave That’s what they’d say. Yes,