Poems about Immigration
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.
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
The melting pot stopped melting because water can only boil so much when there are no additives;
