Poems about Immigration

Wir kommen Wir wandern Und wir gehen
We come We roam And we go That’s all we know.
These are not events that took place very far in the past
Tell me more about democracy   Nobody is a fool
You would have to see or witness this to believe it
I love; I really love your voice and your dictionRecite me a poem in an unknown language
A young boy walks alone with all he has in one little sack. He is far far from home  but he cannot turn back...
When did America decide outsiders were bad? They themselves were once outsiders. Maybe that is why.
Should I be ashamed to have two countries ingrained deep into my bones?
Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps