Poems about Immigration
Be not afraidTo fight the right fightsThe hate, the hatredTo regain your rightsTo end bigotry, racism
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.