Poems about Immigration

Where I’m from, The ocean hugs the coast And kisses the sky
My Friends, Sam is at his greatest hour of need. / For our dearest Uncle's prosperity we must reaveFrom those who would threaten it.
America The Great American the Great America the great america the great
we are ghosts in america. invisible, empty, alone. "land of the free" only applies to those born the part.
People say that America is still the land of opportunity Sure, but who’s it for?
Our forefathers wrote of 'America the Beautiful', a land where all are free. Sweet land of liberty,
I once felt ashamed to be who I am, because I thought being different was not normal.
O America the Brave, What a rocky history You have had Starting out with small colonies
Dear America,    I find that we are not color-blind in a nation; nor are we race-blind.
My Parents fled from Iraq To the great U.S of A  Seeking Religous freedoms, while keeping Saddam at bay

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