Poems about Immigration

They say she hid and flew, a long time ago: Somewhere up north with the cardinals

I was blind but now I see Once a captured slave in America Never really free

Atlas

In a quiet room, stars descending down Hung on strings, fashioned from old planet’s rings

Something here has taught people to hate a wall, That wants to stand tall over the hot dessert sands that blow under it.

Finally President of the United States, Zeus was pleased with himself.

A string

If I have one day left on Earth, I would choose to look at his fac

A curious silence A desparate glare She stands in the creek The wind in her hair

The land out in the sea Mysterious and hidden From many who wish to see

Adios Ayacucho Land that has taken my name and body and left me unrecognized and unrecognizable

Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.

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