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