Poems about Immigration

There is a wall plan, And it is being applied. Then money isn't there.

Mi Pueblo

Something in me changed the moment I inhaled the wind that whips across my mother land.

"The moment has arrived. The day I've always imagined is here. I spent nights without sleeping for this.

Breath of marble And how could we continue to ignore the nature to us fraternal,

Her Paper VoiceBy: S

I was born Of a European Yew. Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss

The United States is a free country. People come to it for a better life. Each immigrant comes with a family.

Let America be America again. Let it be the true plan we believed--

Young me didn't know you were going to leave, But you left. You didn't leave on purpose but forcefully taken away.

People call me a liar and a hypocrite. It hurts like heck. I've been through Hell's fire in a literal sense

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