anti-immigration
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We're so close
A dream that I can't believe in anymore
We're so close
To the wall that told us we're nothing
Nothing more than dirt beneath my shoes
We're so close
Goodbye to my family
This Island is dead.
It's taken its last breath
In the form of the last wind
Bringing unknown traces of other civilizations.
It's closed its eyes forever
No longer seeing the outside world
What a wonderful world don't you see
Where I have all these restraints on me
I am told with whom I can and cannot lye
And how I am born is how I must die
Isn't it a wonderful country you see
Land of gold
A workers paradise
That's what we stood for
Working hard with all our might
People from all over the precious globe
Trying to start a new
They knew it would not be easy
They called it the free world,
Where people came from around the globe,
Where people came seeking freedom,
And now walk in fear.
What land of opportunity?
Dear Mr. President
By: Princesa A. Santiago
Dear Mr. President
thanks to you this country has never been greater,
