contradiction

Mon, 07/13/2015 - 01:39 -- jah7902

America

is a contradiction.

You say we’re one,

but we all know that’s fiction.

The land of immigrants

but there’s fence at the border.

"E Pluribus Unum" 

on our dollars and quarters.

Statue of Liberty 

implanted in our grounds.

Yet, the government deported

Every “illegal” they found.

“Give me your tired & all your poor.

I’ll turn them away

when they come to our door.”

Stole this land from the Natives

and have them extinct.

Take away the creative

change the way that they think.

Force Africans on a boat

to come over and work.

Unpaid labor.

No, it was not a favor.

Allow the Irish to come in.

But Hispanics never win

When they come to LA

to look for work.

But they’re just disappointed 

because we kick them in the dirt.

We want to be non-violent

spending our wages on war.

Still give me the huddled masses.

Give me your poor.

 

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