Poems about Immigration

Bajo el puente Del Río están parados, atascados, estacionados
Meu país é o belo sol Meu país não é o inverno rigoroso
Mi patria es el hermoso sol Mi país no es el invierno duro
My country is the beautiful sun
What is this, who is this, what is this? 
Yes, I will certainly vote But I won’t vote for liars
I n I weep ....weep for my people. Brutalised to leave the mother land braving mountains so steep. Oceans so deep.
Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;
In my new house there is host It is known as ghost He lived for million time Just he did was million crime
No eres nadie Como yo no soy nadie Eres alguien