Poems about Immigration

We are being hunted Torn apart from our families We are disgusted Is that really how its supposed to be

I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway

Tuesday, August 19, 2015(Date poem was born)

From Schools To Bedrooms To Business Boardrooms... As Well As These People In Government Crews...

Times

I want to go back in time when I used to be free from cares and Mother would hold me close.

Gold

Romantic blood and majestic past; Flatter the abused, give them scraps, Or they’ll ask for respect.

Ya Know These Days... " What I'm Seeing "... Is... WAY Beyond Believing...... ?!?

Okay I Know This Seems... OBVIOUS To Say... But You CAN'T Like EVERYTHING At The End of The Day... !!!

Homeless

Seeking completeness I've come so far. Although, it has robbed myself out of me.

Traces of flickering light glimpsing over lightless faces lost in the lands they shall call home.

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